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burninface · 3 days ago

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Hi Face, my video game loving friend!

Do you have any thoughts about the Gallaghers and Milkoviches playing Mario Kart? What do you think their go to characters would be?

Hi Sarah!! Thanks for the ask and omg I finally answered your ask! Sorry for the super delay…>< here I am!!

And yes I always have lots of thoughts about their gaming characters! But I only played mario kart on wii back when I was still in primary school and had played mario kart 8 on my bestie’s switch once or twice, and I don’t know the most of game terms in English, so I watched some videos and checked up wiki for reference. Hope I didn’t get anything wrong😵!

Ok so first, I tend to think that the first mario kart game for milkoviches will be Mario Kart: Super Circuit, cause teen Jaime or Colin would steal a GBA for fun (which was soon pawned by Terry, the younger siblings only got to watch them play). But for the Gallaghers it is more likely to be Mario Kart Wii, when Lip and Ian became teenagers and they got one from some dead people’s house. And of course they’ll play mario kart 8 for family entertainment after season11 hehe

And for their go to characters and in game personalities, here’s my thoughts:

Fiona: I don’t think she was very interested in video games nor she had time to play? But she’d join her siblings occasionally. She usually just picked a random character and played it as a driving game, using items once she got them and just vaguely knew what can they do.

Lip: He is definitely the kind of player who plays to win. And he’s also the only one who will change vehicles depends on the maps and pay attention to the stats of characters and vehicles. He knows a lot of game tricks and shortcuts, and will change his strategy to better counter his siblings (and later mickey, but at the time he would be too busy to deal with parenting and had no time to study the game like he used to do). His favorite character would be Donkey Kong, because he’s kinda meta in both mkw and mk8 (ok, I’m actually not very sure about this). And later for mk8 he liked Waluigi too, for the same reason. And sure, he prefers bikes than karts (his favorite bike is Flame Runner).

Debbie: She didn’t play video games much but different from Fiona, Debs has a gift in gaming. She figured out the best combo of characters and vehicles naturally, and found the playing tricks without playing much. She even won Lip sometimes, but her permanent enemy number one is Carl. Her game skills were better than him, but not her luck on items, especially when she was countering Carl. They keep recording the score between them from mkw to mk8 (it’s really close). Debbie’s favorite characters are Peach and Toadette, after Franny was born, she started to like Baby Daisy too, ‘cause she looks exactly like her baby girl.

Franny: Her favorite character is Dry Bones (She thinks they are cute), Yoshi (just like her uncle) and Inkling Girl (she plays Splatoon too!). And after watching The Super Mario Bros. Movie, she thought Peach is really cool too. Her uncle Mickey suggested she choose Tanooki Mario (raccoon suit Mario) to chase her uncle Ian once, they giggled together the whole game.

Carl: When Carl was younger, he thought Mario Kart was a game about speeding and crashing, so his to go character was Bowser. He liked to crash his siblings’ karts but soon found that he couldn’t touch them if he always fell behind. So, in order to crash more karts, he began to study how to drive faster. Then he found many shortcuts to facilitate him to chase up, and also found the fun of using items to attack others. And his favorite character became Wario and King Boo. Dry Bowser was cool to him, too. Carl’s a lucky player who always got nice items, but his game skill was not that good (he is more like a fps/fighting game player to me). And yes he seems Debbie as his biggest enemy in Mario Kart as well. Carl was also the best Gallagher in the ballon battle mode.

Liam: Liam is the one who always deliberately falls behind at first to get better items and prevent clashes, but suddenly boosts up at the last round and becomes one of the top 3. Just when you see the finish line and think you are winning, Liam will come from behind and silently drive past you. Liam is also the only one who will search for gaming tips as reference (Lip was too proud to do that). He always chooses Toad as character but his favorite one is Shy Guy, sometimes he uses his mii character too. He plays splatoon too!

Ian: idk why but my first impression is Ian will always move his whole body when playing video games, so for mkw, he always keeps tilt controls on while playing games and tilt his upper trunk sharply every time his kart drift. His favorite character is Yoshi, cause the cute dinosaur seems friendly and is easy to play. And later for mk8, he likes to use Villager (‘cause he seems like an Animal Crossing player) and mii with Mickey’s appearance (by pie @gallapiech) too. He knows the common tricks of the game and some of the shortcuts (learned from Lip) by experiences. Somehow Ian was always attacked by others unexpectedly (mainly by Carl and Mickey, sometimes Debbie when they trying to crash the other player, and by everyone when they use items trying to take down another player). His favorite item is Bullet Bill and every time he falls behind, he’ll keep praying for one in low voice (and he’s kinda jealous that Carl always got one). He is also the only one who will slow down a little to safely dodge all the obstacles on the track (that’s how he found that his crush and later his boyfriend and ex and husband looks exactly like a goomba).

It's another story when he plays against with Mickey though. They’ll physically harass each other, and since Mickey will always find him among all the players and use items on him deliberately, Ian has to become more aggressive to fight back. They always got place 11th and 12th in multiplayers game due to it (they still like to compete for the 11th tho, and winning the other one def feels better than be the winner of the game). Not only once Ian said they better play separately but the family love when gallavich play as a duo because that means easy win to them.

Mickey: Mickey’s favorite character would be Wario and Dry Bowser, because duh, he loves being a big bad guy (and Bowser looks a little dumb in his opinion). And later when he found out that Ian isn’t good with raccoon, he liked to use Tanooki Mario too. From all the Gallaghers and Milkoviches, Mickey is the best at using items. He was good at aiming other players, prejudging their movement, as well as calculating when to use boosting items to make the best use of them. He was also good at remembering shortcuts and mastered stealing others’ items (he mastered stealing in Ballon Battle too). But compared to winning the whole game, Mickey was always focusing at winning one people. Just, not letting someone to win is more fun to him.

While playing against Ian, his favorite things to do is waiting for him in front of items and driving sideways to eat all items up when Ian arrives, and bumping into him from time to time (in game and out game). He’ll use all the items on Ian (and he always accidently steps on the banana he set before because he is too focus on his lover). But every time when Lip is in game too, the highest priority will become “not letting Lip win” (and if Ian wins Lip, "that counts my win too ‘cause we are fuckin’ husbands").

Mandy: When Mandy was younger, she’s a Toadette/Daisy player, but later her favorite character had changed to Mario and Luigi (‘cause they are man with big nose?). Mandy’s gaming skills are quite alike to Ian, which makes them a perfect gaming duo. Her favorite item is super star (since all his brothers like to use items on others). She like to use physical harassment while gaming just like all the Milkoviches. Later for mk8, she got her love for Daisy back because she’s comfy to use. She also likes Link (“yeah he’s def the most handsome one”) and Isabelle (she plays Animal Crossing too, but not much as Ian, they often visit each other’s island).

Iggy: Surprisingly, unlike on other things, Iggy really have brain for video games, even Mickey had learned tricks from him. Iggy is the kind of player who can’t explain why he’s this good at the game, but he’s just good. He’s also lucky in game (and he believes the unluckier he was irl the luckier he will be in games), always gets the good items and dodges the attack from others. His to go character must be Waluigi, and he was one of the members who voted Waluigi to appear in the Super Smash Bros. He also loved Rosalina, she’s his first video game crush. But he’s too afraid to let Terry found out he’s using female characters in game so he never played as her back then (and he’s still confused about how’s that ”faggy” if you like a female character so you play as her just to gaib her more screem time). After mk8 came out, his favorite character became to Iggy (“Yo losers, none of you can play as yourself in game except me”).

And a little bonus about Sandy: I think she’s kinda like Debbie, has a gift for Mario Kart but not really interested in this kind of game, and unfortunately, she had never played against with Debbie in games (they didn't have time to). She likes to play fps games better and duos with Mickey sometimes (they play fps irl too lol).

Another bonus: young Milkoviches playing Mario Kart Wii!! (yeah I know mkw was released in 2008. But I just want chibi Milkoviches to play together🥺

Bonus after bonus that kinda digress: while I was writing the answer, Mario Kart Toys were back at McDonald's. I ordered happy meals for the toys and then started to think… Mickey is likely to be one who order happy if the toy in it is really cool to him. But he doesn’t want others to know he orders happy meal (even when he was kid) and he really doesn’t like the milk in it (other things are okay), so he always found another one to order happy meal for him and to steal their coke…

At last… sorry for let you waiting for so long Sarah…! Thanks for the ask again and hope you like the answer<3 I really love to imagine them playing video games🥰

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hayleythesugarbowl · 1 year ago

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can you write for julio rodriguez? something cute and fluffy?

Luckiest Man || Julio Rodríguez x reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • jarred kelenic hcs • mariners hcs ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: julio has just won the world series and been named mvp and yet his biggest prize is you, his new fiancée

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

a/n: ok this actually makes me so happy that someone wants fics for an mlb player. hope you enjoy this love!! and yes this is an au where the mariners win the world series because i said so 🎀🍓

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You held your breath. Your fingernails were so far into your palms that you figured they’d made permanent indentations there. But you weren’t focused on that.

It was the bottom of the 9th. One runner on. The Seattle Mariners had only one chance. One out left before they lost this game and the World Series.

You had never followed the sport much until you met Julio Rodríguez. Before he was the baseball sensation he was today. You’d met him in college and had fell in love with him the day that you met him—which was exactly two days before he fell for you as he loved to remind you.

You’d been together ever since. You’d been along this journey with him from the very beginning and had been there every step of the way. He’s said he doesn’t know what he’d do without you but you always thought it was the other way around. Baseball had become a way of life for you now. You followed your boyfriend’s career like it was your own—traveling with him to different cities, talking baseball with him into the wee hours of the night, and you’d never missed one of his games if you could help it. You were so happy for all the success he had achieved over the past couple of years.

And now, as you watched Julio at the plate, you prayed for a miracle. You wanted this for him so badly. And you knew how much he wanted it too, even if he’d never admit it to you.

You watched him swing the bat.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled under your breath, afraid to even breathe lest the air expelled from your mouth change the trajectory of the ball now flying towards center field.

You watched transfixed as the ball flew farther and farther towards the edge of the stadium and—

The ball flew out of the stands. The crowd erupted into cheers. You could hardly believe it. You jumped out of your seat and were vaguely aware that you knocked over a drink next you but you didn’t care. You felt numb and alive all at the same time. You couldn’t hear your voice over the roar of the crowd but you were sure you were screaming with the rest of them.

You looked onto the field and saw Julio rounding home plate where the the rest of his teammates had rushed onto the field and were waiting to celebrate with him. As you saw the pure joy on his face you couldn’t help but tear up.

Fans began filing out of the stadium and the postgame was being set up as you practically bounced up and down with anticipation. You couldn’t help it. As soon as you could, you ran onto the field.

You immediately found Julio. As he made eye contact with you his face lit up and he ran to you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You did it,” you said into his chest.

“We did it,” he said, pulling back from you to look you in the eyes before kissing you.

He interlaced his fingers with yours for a moment before he was pulled away by his teammates, calling for him to go stand up on the stage that had been erected on the field after the game.

You listened as the president of baseball operations followed by the general manager and the coaches took turns speaking and giving out thanks and congratulations, each speech followed by a wave of applause.

“…And the most valuable player of this World Series is without a doubt, Mr. Game winning walk-off homer himself, Julio Rodríguez.”

You cheered louder than anyone else in the stadium as Julio was handed his trophy and given a microphone to speak into. You weren’t going to have much of a voice at all tomorrow but you didn’t care.

“Wow, this is an honor, thank you,” Julio said, handing the trophy off to one of his teammates, “This really belongs to each and every one of my teammates. The Seattle Mariners would not be the same without them. This couldn’t have happened without them.”

“I’d also like to give a special thanks to my girlfriend, (Y/n),” he pointed at you and you felt yourself blush as several eyes turned to you.

“There’s something I need to say to her,” he continued. He gestured for you to join him and you pointed at yourself in disbelief. He just smiled and waited for you to come to him. The other families of the players nudged you forwards, cheering, and you walked to Julio, utterly confused.

“(Y/n), I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for you. You have been there with me, right by my side, for everything. You make me a better player and a better person.”

He continued after a breath, “I can’t imagine my life without you and I don’t want to ever have to know what that’s like. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/n). I love you so much.”

You put a hand to your heart and you were pretty sure you felt it stop beating when he knelt down in front of you and held out a small box.

“(Y/n), make me the happiest man in this stadium, and marry me?”

You felt tears trailing down your face as you looked down at Julio eagerly awaiting your answer. It was all so much at once and you couldn’t even comprehend everything—this night—fast enough. All you managed was a shaky nod and a choked “yes” as everyone on the field began to clap and cheer.

Julio slipped the ring on your finger—you couldn’t believe how perfectly it fit you— before he stood up and you jumped into his arms as he spun you around, both of you laughing as he set you back down again. Had there ever been a moment so wonderful?

“You had me worried there for a second,” he whispered to just you, “how bad would I have looked if I proposed to my girlfriend in front of everyone only for her to say no?”

“Pretty bad,” you teased, wiping tears from your face.

Julio leaned down and kissed you, more gentle this time, like he was sure he would have many more opportunities to do this. You placed a hand on his cheek.

“Lucky for you I said yes.”

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world,” he whispered to you.

“Because of all this?” You gestured around you at the trophy that had been presented to him, and the field full of players and their families in celebration with World Series Champion t-shirts.

“Because of all this,” he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his forehead against yours, “Because of you. We may have won tonight. But I’m the real winner—I get to go home with you.”

As you stood there with Julio, watched him smiling down at you, aware of everyone’s eyes on you, you thought about how perfect this moment was. You wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world than here with Julio right now.

And you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ i hope you enjoyed this love!! mlb girlies unite <3🍒💌

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denimbex1986 · 1 year ago

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'Christopher Nolan's "Oppenheimer" is finally here, providing a unique look into the mind of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb. But if Nolan's three-hour epic leaves you wanting more, here's a cool (and free) opportunity to learn some more about that period of history. The Criterion Channel has announced that from now through July 31, 2023, subscribers and non-subscribers alike will be able to watch Jon Else's 1981 documentary "The Day After Trinity" for free on the streaming service. The film, which was nominated for an Academy Award and won a Peabody Award, tells the scientist's story through archival footage and a myriad of interviews with collaborators, friends, and family members, and it's currently unavailable to stream anywhere in the United States except The Criterion Channel.

"We were fortunate enough to have made the film at a time when so many of the original Manhattan Project people were still alive and happy to talk with me on camera — Hans Bethe, I. I. Rabi, Robert Wilson, Frank Oppenheimer, Robert Serber, Dorothy McKibben, Stan Ulam, Haakon Chevalier," director Jon Else said in a statement. "It may not be IMAX, but it's the real deal."

I watched "The Day After Trinity" a few days before seeing "Oppenheimer," and since I hadn't studied anything about this event in decades, I found it immensely helpful in terms of re-establishing a foundation for which this story takes place, providing valuable cultural context for what Oppenheimer and his peers were doing at the time and placing me in the milieu of Los Alamos and the Manhattan Project. But I suspect it will work equally well as a follow-up to Nolan's movie, allowing viewers to compare and contrast his take on the material with the real-life accounts of what happened.

That trailer captures the somber tone the film adopts in the aftermath of the bombing of Hiroshima, but the majority of the movie isn't quite as dire. It's not exactly a barrel of laughs, given the subject matter, but it's much more about the scientific community in the 1930s and '40s, how Oppenheimer was viewed by his colleagues, the immense task of setting up an entire community in Los Alamos, what it was like to live and work there, how Oppenheimer interacted with government and military personnel and basically became the de facto leader of a small town during the race to invent the world's most terrible weapon.

"'The Day After Trinity' remains the high-water mark in documentary representation of the Manhattan Project, and it is currently unavailable to stream anywhere in the US except the Criterion Channel. Millions of people will see Christopher Nolan's 'Oppenheimer' in the coming weeks, and many may want to compare Nolan's imagining of that historic moment with the documentary record," a spokesperson for the Criterion Channel said. "We felt it was important to remove any barrier to people discovering Jon Else's landmark film, so we've taken down the paywall and made it available to subscribers and non-subscribers alike. Of course, we hope some of those viewers will discover the many other treasures on the Criterion Channel and decide to subscribe, but our main goal at this moment is to help this remarkable and important film reach the largest possible audience."

"The Day After Trinity" was written by Jon Else along with David Webb Peoples and Janet Peoples, the husband and wife team that went on to write Terry Gilliam's "12 Monkeys" together; David also wrote notable films like "Blade Runner" and "Unforgiven." It's also worth noting that The Criterion Channel has a director's commentary that's also available to watch for free through July 31, so if you're fascinated by this period in history, don't miss this opportunity to dive deeper into the world of Oppenheimer.'

#Oppenheimer #Christopher Nolan #12 Monkeys #Blade Runner #Unforgiven #Criterion Channel #The Day After Trinity

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pdhshattered-reflections · 2 months ago

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Phoenix Drop High: Shattered Reflections | Part 1: Chapter 5

Would You Go to the Dance With Me?

Grace and Dante were still traumatized from the night before. They had lost their house and everything in it. Dante, Gene and Maria wondered who on earth would do such at thing but Grace knew exactly who did it. Their father. Grace knew that he would be back, and back for revenge. But the thing was, she couldn't prove it was him which meant she couldn't do anything about it.

Anywho, the Brosna's have been given a three bedroom apartment until their house gets rebuilt which they hope will be soon. Since it only has three bedrooms, the boys are sharing one while Grace and Maria have their own one.

As the two siblings entered the gates of the middle school, they were swarmed by a group of fangirls and fanboys. "Oh my Irene! Grace, are you okay?! I heard what happened last night!" One boy cried.

"I can be your date to the dance if that would make you feel better!" Another cried.

"Or even better! I can kiss you to make you feel better!" Cried a third. Grace tried to walk away but they continued to surround her, not allowing her to. Next thing she knew, she felt someone grab her waist and pull her to the side. "Wow, those guys really like you," came a familiar voice.

Grace looked up to be met with a pair of baby blue eyes and a warm smile. It was Laurance. Grace smiled, "Says the one! You've got a whole group of fangirls chasing after you." The two looked to their left where a group of fangirls were squealing Laurance's name before glaring at Grace who was still being held by Laurance. Grace didn't realise that Laurance had his arms wrapped around her waist while holding her in close to his chest.

Next thing they knew, the bell had rung. "So, you ready to get to class?" Laurance asked, looking down into Grace's ocean blue eyes. Grace nodded and the two walked to their first class of the day - Math - which they had together.

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"Goal!" Grace cheered as her teammates surrounded her. Since Grace and Laurance were captains of the girls soccer team and boys soccer team, the two decided to have the two teams play against each other and the girls had won now, thanks to Grace's goal.

Grace was the star player on the girls team. She was well known as a good player around other middle schools and was nearly unmarkable. Many girls were told to not let her get the ball at all but that was no use, Grace would get it anyways.

"Hey! Some goal!" Laurance said happily as he gave Grace a high five before pulling her into a hug, causing a lot of the girls watching and on the team to glare. But Grace didn't care, Laurance was a close friend of hers and she wasn't going to let a load of immature glares stop that.

"Thanks! What can I say? I guess the girls really are better than the boys," Grace giggled. Laurance smiled, the sound of her laugh was music to his ears. He watched as her beautiful light brown hair slightly blew in the wind and her ocean blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight. He had fallen in love with one of his closest friends, but did she love him back?

This was the day. This was the day that Laurance was going to ask her to be his date to the dance. As long as Garroth hasn't already asked her, that is. Laurance knew that Garroth also likes Grace, he knew that Garroth also wants to ask her to the dance, so Laurance was praying that he wasn't already.

The two walked over to the bleachers where they had set their sports bags down on the bench. They began to change from their football boots to their runners since the match was over. Laurance looked over at Grace as she slipped on her black runners. Her light brown hair fell beautifully over her shoulders as her eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

"So, have you got a date to the dance, yet?" Laurance asked, hopeful that he answer would be no. He wasn't sure if it would be though, Laurance knew that a lot of the guys in eight grade had already asked her and he was praying that she hadn't said yes to any of them. "Nope," she began before looking up at Laurance. "I mean, a lot of guys have asked me but I didn't want to go with any of them."

"Is there anyone you would wanted to go with?" Laurance asked, hopeful that her answer would be him. "Well... There is one guy that I'm hoping will ask me but I doubt that he will..." Laurance's heart began pounding in his chest. Who was it that she was talking about? Was is Garroth? Could it be him, Laurance? Well he had to find out, didn't he?

He turned to Grace, watching as she took off her other football boot and slipped on her other runner. He was going to ask her. He was going to ask her to be his date to the dance. He was ready to be rejected although he prayed that he wouldn't be. He prayed that he, Laurance Zavhl, was the boy that Grace was talking about.

"Well... um..." Laurance began as he noticed Grace shifting her glance to him. Her ocean blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight while her beautiful light brown hair blew in the gentle wind. Laurance loved her. He really loved her and there was no denying that. He just hoped that she loved him back or even just agreed to be his date to the dance. Laurance took a deep breath before continuing, "I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the dance..."

Grace was speechless. But in a good way. 'Is this really happening?!" She thought to herself before her lips curved into a smile. It was really happening. The guy she really liked had just asked her to the dance. What would her answer be, though? Obviously a yes!

"...Look, it's okay if it's a no I-"

"Laurance, it's a yes!" Laurance was speechless. Had she just said yes? Had Grace really just said yes?! Laurance was exploding inside but tried hard to keep his cool in front of the girl he like. "But what about that guy that you hoped would ask you?"

"Laurance, that guy is you!"

"M-Me?"

"Yes you, silly!"

A smile spread across Laurance's face. So he was the guy that Grace had wanted to go with. Laurance was beaming, he was extremely happy. Nothing could make him happier, or could it? "Hey, I was wondering..." Grace began, snapping Laurance back into reality. "...I was wondering if you would like to be my date to the karaoke on Thursday?"

Laurance could only smile at her request. "Of course." Grace smiled. The two sat there, smiling and gazing into each other's eyes for what felt live ever until they were rudely interrupted. "Hey Grace!" called a familiar voice. Grace spun around only to see Katelyn coming towards them. "Amazing job out there, girl!" Katelyn said happily before high fiving Grace.

Grace smiled. "Thanks! You played amazing Katelyn!" she began before turning to look at Laurance with a smile. "We really hammered those boys into the ground!" Laurance could only smile. He loved seeing her happy, even though they weren't dating (yet!). He was thrilled to be going to the dance with her and she was thrilled to be going with him.

There was a moment of silence as the two gazed into each other's eyes, once again. Well, that was until Katelyn broke it. "Um, what is all this mushy stuff going on between you two?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Umm... nothing-" Grace stuttered before Laurance cut her off.

"Grace is my date to the dance and also the karaoke on Thursday," he said, taking Grace's hand into his own. Katelyn's jaw touched the floor. She was shocked but extremely excited for her friend. "OH MY IRENE! GRACE! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!" she squealed, pulling Grace into a tight hug.

"Well uh... Laurance just asked me like 5 sec-"

"I AM SO HAPPY FOR YOU! ESPECIALLY SINCE NICOLE IS GOING WITH DANTE!" Grace raised a brow, "Nicole is going with Dante?" Katelyn nodded. Next thing they knew, there was a loud honk of a car horn to their left. The three looked over to see an angry Maria peering out the car window.

"Grace, get in the car! We have to go! You'll see your boyfriend again tomorrow!" Maria called out the car window causing Grace to blush like mad. "Mom! Was that really necessary? And he's not my boyfriend!" Grace yelled back, noticing Dante and Gene in the car, cracking up laughing.

"Or is he?" Gene laughed from the passenger seat. "GENE!" Grace yelled before turning to her two friends. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," she said as gave Laurance a warm smile while picking up her sports bag. Laurance returned the gesture as Grace ran off to her car, sitting in the back next to Dante who was still gigling.

"Was that really necessary?" Grace asked, rolling her eyes at her family. Gene just turned and nodded, still cracking up laughing. Grace sighed, "Mom, please just drive." And with that, Maria put her foot on the peddle and the sped off.

Laurance felt a bit of sadness as he watched them drive off but he knew that he would see Grace the next day. "Anyways, see ya later dork," Katelyn said as she grabbed her duffle bag and walked off, leaving Laurance alone. He honestly couldn't wait for the dance, and now he was more excited since he was bringing the girl he loved as his date.

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The family sat around the table in their small apartment, eating dinner. Grace wanted to tell her family that she was going to the dance with Laurance so that's what she was going to do. Maria placed her plate at the head of the table before sitting down to eat. "So, how was everyone's day?"

While Dante and Gene began talking about their day, Grace completely zoned out, thinking about the dance. She was so excited, especially since Laurance had asked her. She couldn't help but wonder what her family would think of it. She knew that her mother would squeal with excitement, Gene would be really happy since he already knew that she liked Laurance, and Dante probably would be happy as well. Hopefully.

"Grace?" Maria said, snapping Grace out of her thoughts. "Hm?" Grace hummed as her mother looked across the table to her. "How was your day?" Maria asked. Grace looked across to her two brothers, Gene was raising an eyebrow while Dante was stuffing his face with food.

Grace took a deep breath. "Laurance asked me to the dance." Maria's eyes lit up in excitement, "OH MY IRENE! HE DID?! WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Grace only smiled at her mother's excitement. "I said yes of course. He's also my date to the karaoke on Thursday night."

Maria began squealing with excitement, once again. "So, are you two dating then?" Gene asked with a smirk. Grace rolled her eyes, "No. He's my date to the dance and that's all." Gene nodded unconvinced, "Right."

"WE MUST BUY YOU A DRESS!" Maria squealed. "I'LL TAKE YOU TO THE MALL TOMORROW AFTER SCHOOL AND WE'LL FIND YOU A DRESS THAT WILL MAKE LAURANCE FAWN OVER YOU!" Grace only smiled, "Thanks Mom, I would like that."

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Thoughts filled Grace's head as she lay in bed that night. She was happy. She was extremely happy. She couldn't believe that the boy she really liked had asked her to the dance. Laurance had always been an amazing friend to her and had always been there for her. She was so happy that he had finally asked her to the dance.

Between her father leaving and her house being set on fire, everything was rough. But now, things were finally starting to get better. Her crush had asked to the dance and he was also her date to the karaoke night. She was so excited and there was no one she would rather go with.

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izzybella1807 · 2 months ago

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Phoenix Drop High: Shattered Reflections | Part 1: Chapter 5

Would You Go to the Dance With Me?

As the two siblings entered the gates of the middle school, they were swarmed by a group of fangirls and fanboys. "Oh my Irene! Grace, are you okay?! I heard what happened last night!" One boy cried.

"I can be your date to the dance if that would make you feel better!" Another cried.

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"...Look, it's okay if it's a no I-"

"Laurance, that guy is you!"

"M-Me?"

"Yes you, silly!"

"Well uh... Laurance just asked me like 5 sec-"

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#aphmau #minecraft diaries #mystreet #laurance x oc #fanfiction #laurance mystreet #quotes #aphmau mcd

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fahrni · 9 months ago

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Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning from Charlottesville, Virginia! ☕️

Kim let me sleep in this morning. I must say it was pretty glorious.

Not too much to report on my work week. Busy, but in a good way. I really love this project. The people and the technical aspects have been amazing. Fingers crossed we get to continue on after delivering everything we had to do in this initial round of work. 🤞🏼

JoBlo

Very sad news today as it’s been reported that M. Emmet Walsh has died at the age of 88. No matter the size of the role, the prolific character actor always made a unique impression throughout his long career, which spanned six decades.

He was great in Blade Runner and I loved his character in Christmas with the Kranks.

R.I.P. 🪦

Peter Bergen • CNN

Kushner’s newly disclosed musings last month that Gaza has a lot of “very valuable” waterfront property reminds one of Marie Antoinette’s purported observation, “Let them eat cake.”

Kushner is a perfect fit for the Trump crime organization. He’s a sociopath just like his father-in-law.

My gut reaction earlier sums it up.

Casey Newton • Platformer

Today let’s talk about one of the most significant antitrust lawsuits ever filed in the tech industry: this 88-page complaint against Apple, filed by the Department of Justice and joined by 16 states, accusing the iPhone maker of illegally maintaining its monopoly over high-end smartphones and artificially inflating prices for consumers.

I personally see some similarities between this case and the case the DOJ brought against Microsoft in 1998.

I wrote about it earlier in the week if you’re interested and pointed out the piece from a Jason Snell article that really caught my attention.

Emma Roth • The Verge

Threads is coming to the fediverse — and we just got our first official look at how that might work from Meta itself. During the FediForum conference on Tuesday, Meta’s Peter Cottle showed off a brief demo of how users will eventually be able to connect their accounts and posts to the fediverse.

Being the administrator of a Mastodon instance I’m actually excited for this! There are certain famous people I’d love to follow again and my hope is I’ll find them on Threads.

Tim Bray

When I’m away from home, I still want to listen to the music we have at home (well, I can live without the LPs). We had well over a thousand CDs so that’s a lot of music, 12,286 tracks ripped into Apple Lossless. Except for a few MP3s from, well, never mind. This instalment of the De-Google Project is about ways to do that with less Big-Tech involvement.

I really like the idea of this. I have an old Mac Mini I’d like to turn into a media server, most likely using Plex. I’ve started buying Blu-ray’s again for fear of losing parts of my video library at the whim of the corporation I purchased the license from.

Devlin Barrett and Perry Stein • The Washington Post

Lawyers and former judges said they are baffled by an order issued this week by the federal judge overseeing Donald Trump’s pending trial on charges that he mishandled classified documents — and believe her instructions suggest the case will not go to trial anytime soon.

The sway the Orange Turd has over parts of our government is shocking. I hope she’s replaced and soon.

Ryan Hockensmith • ESPN

How one fan picked the greatest March Madness bracket ever built

This is a fun story. I’ve picked Final Four winners and won tournaments among friends with better brackets, but there’s usually a surprise early on that can make or break your bracket.

Just look at the South this year. It’s a mess and I’m here for it.

Jason Karaian • The New York Times

Unilever, the consumer goods giant, said on Tuesday that it would cut 7,500 jobs and spin off its ice cream unit, which includes Ben & Jerry’s, to reduce costs and simplify its portfolio of brands.

Big corporations continue to make huge profits for shareholders at the expense of the working class. I don’t know if that’s exactly what’s happening here but it feels like it.

HomeGrown

As part of creating the Grow Your Own Services site, I set up my own Mastodon server through a managed hosting service. I thought I’d write an article about this topic, in order to help others considering doing the same thing. I’ve tried to break down the process into ten main steps.

If you have the gumption to run and maintain your own Mastodon instances this article is for you.

Me? I just use Masto.Host.

Aurelio Garcia-Ribeyro • Oracle

Java users on macOS 14 running on Apple silicon systems should consider delaying the macOS 14.4 update

This is a pretty big thing to break and I’m sure the DOJ will not look kindly on it.

Louie Mantia

We’ve truly lost sight of how to make good apps. There’s a serious lack of vision and taste in the industry. Everyone’s given in to the lowest common denominator in the design of apps, simply mimicking what others do without understanding if it’s even the right choice.

I’ve been reading Louie more and more lately. I’m glad he’s started blogging because I’ve loved his pieces on his work history, from The Icon Factory to Apple.

Not to mention his blog is fully hand built. That is very tempting to me.

Joab Jackson • The New Stack

After 20 years of development, the open source GnuCOBOL “has reached an industrial maturity and can compete with proprietary offers in all environments,” said OCamlPro founder and GnuCOBOL contributor Fabrice Le Fessant, in a FOSDEM talk about the technology.

What a journey! 20 years in the making. And yes, COBOL is still a thing.

[Erika Morphy • TechSpot](www.techspot.com/news/1022…]

The big picture: Job cuts in the tech industry last year were attributed to the need to economize, driven by inflation and a hiring spree during the pandemic. So, what’s the explanation this year, especially when many of these firms have accumulated a significant amount of cash?

It’s been a rough couple years for tech. 😔

KIRSTEN GRIESHABER • The Associated Press

In Germany, the far right is on the rise again. How did it happen?

The extreme right is growing around the world. Both of my grandfathers would roll in their graves if they were around to see this. They both fought to help free us from fascism.

Derrick Bryson Taylor • The New York Times

The former television anchor Don Lemon’s wide-ranging, testy interview with Elon Musk was released online on Monday morning, touching upon topics including politics, particularly the billionaire’s recent meeting with former President Donald J. Trump; Mr. Musk’s reported drug use; hate speech on X, the social media platform formerly known as Twitter, which he now owns; and more.

I watched this and thought Lemon asked some really great, pointed, questions and Musk revealed his authoritarian, racist, self.

Lawrence Hodge • Jalopnik

Lincoln dealers have a big problem. Aside from having just four models to sell, dealers have a bunch of cars from one and two model years ago that they haven’t been able to move.

I admit it. If I could get my hands on a brand new Lincoln Navigator for a super crazy sub 30,000 price tag, I’d consider it. They’re nice.

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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Cottgecore

Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops

Pairing - Yandere Bakugou Katsuki X Fem Reader

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, unsafe sex,

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)

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“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.

You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.

But he seems... agitated today. Restless.

“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes - got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”

“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.

“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.

He’s letting you run?

You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you.

He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.

“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.

Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”

There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.

“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.

At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.

You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.

They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.

It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.

Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.

You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.

Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.

It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.

You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.

Five minutes was up.

Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.

No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.

It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.

It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.

“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.

But not enough time.

With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.

You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.

Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.

You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.

“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.

He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.

But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.

You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.

“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.

The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”

A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different.

“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.

“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”

Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.

Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.

He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.

Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.

“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.

A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.

You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap.

He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.

It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.

Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.

“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.

He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.

You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.

It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.

The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.

And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.

“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.

“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.

“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.

His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.

“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.

Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.

Disgusting.

You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.

When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.

“That was real fucking good.”

Yeah, maybe for him.

Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.

He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.

The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.

You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”

You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.

Your throat hurt from screaming.

Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.

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thekentuckyhimbo · 3 years ago

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Hi there :) After reading your blog for ages now and adoring your writing I finally got myself a tumblr acc and some courage to send in a request.

Sooo ... since I am still not over that Alex Shelley/Jay White match at Impact´s Sacrifice ... may I request some jay-centric/ POV smut? Just some post-match, late-night thoughts of Shelley winning their next match turning into the perfect fantasies to get off on for Jay.

Sacrifices

Pairing: Jay White/Alex Shelley

Warnings: masturbation, nipple play, daddy kink, power dynamics, hair pulling, angst

Words: 1.5k

Complete: Yes

Author Notes: Is this what you wanted?! Is it?! No but seriously this was fun lol. Request stuff from me any time 😘 I do not know how to write smut without adding angst though, so sorry for that.

Jay lay in his hotel room bed staring up at the ceiling. Another victory was in the books for him, but he was anything but satisfied with it.

He told himself it was because his Bullet Club teammates Gallows and Anderson had lost their tag team titles tonight, and thus their usual post-show celebrations had been skipped in favour of early nights for all. But deep down, it wasn’t The Good Brothers that were on his mind, nor Chris Bey.

It was Alex Shelley.

A relic of Jay’s past that had come back to haunt him.

Shelley represented everything that Jay had left behind after his Excursion to the US in 2016. In his mind’s eye, Jay still pictured himself as the little kiwi-crushing Young Lion he had been then. Chubby-faced and softer around the edges, with that damned undercut that he’d thought was so punk rock at the time. That had been Shelley’s influence on him; he and Sabin had been hell-bent on building him as some kind of counter-culture hero. Ironically, the evil they’d been so heroically facing in those days had been the Bullet Club.

Maybe that was why Shelley seemed so disappointed in Jay now. The look he’d given Jay after their match backstage had been haunting. Jay wasn’t exactly surprised, but some part of him had hoped Shelley might have been happy for him; proud, even. But no, that kiss to Jay’s head had been the nail in the coffin.

That damn kiss. Jay found himself fixated on it as his eyes bore a hole into the ceiling. Jay had given him a receipt with a kiss of his own, of course, but it hadn’t had the same earth-shattering effect. To disrespect Jay like that so openly, after everything he’d done… He was King Switch, not some kid that Shelley could kiss the hair of and call a good boy like the chubby-faced protege he’d once been.

Jay sighed in frustration at the thought of it. He wasn’t the green kid he’d been in his days at Ring of Honor with the Guns. He was getting hot under the collar just thinking about the way that Shelley had tried to teach him a lesson tonight. Jay sat up briefly to yank his shirt up and over his head, discarding it on the floor beside the bed.

It felt good knowing that Jay had embarrassed Shelley in the end, beating him with the Blade Runner and refusing his post-match handshake. But behind his smug grin, Jay hadn’t been happy. It didn’t make him feel good enough.

Briefly, Jay pondered the alternative outcome of tonight’s match; what if Shelley had won? Realistically, there was no world in which King Switchblade was losing to one half of a tag team that was well past its prime. But Jay imagined Shelley on top of him on the mat, pinning him and getting the three-count. The sounds of the crowd cheering, Shelley rolling off him and climbing up in the corner to celebrate his victory. Shelley’s sweaty body and the inevitable shit-eating grin on his face from defeating his old protege, proving he was still the superior wrestler.

Jay knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of that signature Alex Shelley grin - and what it was like to be pinned under Shelley’s body, now that he thought about it. A much younger Jay White had even enjoyed the feeling.

Not anymore, Jay told himself unconvincingly. Even as he tried to talk himself out of it, Jay’s hands began to roam down his body, one hand finding his nipple to pinch while the other delved lower. Jay pinched his nipple especially hard, chastising the part of himself that still got weak-kneed over his old mentor. But all that did was bring him from half-mast to fully erect.

Jay raked the palm of his hand over the front of his boxers, desperate for some friction but unwilling to give Shelley the satisfaction of still getting him off after all these years. Back in his Ring of Honor days, Shelley had delighted in the way he could take Jay apart and leave him in an incoherent mess.

Jay pictured Shelley on top of him, pinning his arms to the mat. At first they were in the ring, in their gear, Shelley’s sweaty, heaving chest on top of him. But then that melted away and Shelley was on top of him in his hotel room bed, straddling Jay’s hips to hold him down. One hand was on Jay’s chest as Shelley rutted against him, while the other tangled its way into Jay’s hair and tugged on it hard. Jay imagined his eyes watering as Shelley pressed a heated kiss to his forehead like the one his ex-mentor had given him in the ring tonight.

Jay had given up all pretense of embarrassment now, pushing his boxers down below his hips and freeing his cock so that he could stroke it freely. And if he lifted his knees like he might if someone were going to fuck him, he’d never admit it.

Alone in his hotel room, Jay was still fighting the imprint of Alex Shelley on his life. Even in his fantasy he imagined vying for control against Shelley, rolling across the bed until Jay was on top, forcing Shelley’s shoulders down with both hands. But that just reminded him of all the times Jay had been on top in their past - in bathrooms after shows, in cars between shows - and Jay inevitably pictured himself sinking down onto Shelley’s cock. But in this fantasy it was Shelley who was coming apart beneath him, and for once Jay had all the power. He told Shelley what to do and when to touch him, even if some part of Jay knew that it was his ass that was being fucked, not Shelley’s.

Jay stroked his cock rapidly, but the practiced motions of his hands just weren’t enough tonight. And soon he found himself drawn once again to thoughts of the reality where Shelley had won tonight’s match. He imagined Shelley twisting Jay’s arm painfully behind his back, pinning him up against the ring apron in an empty arena - or hell, even one full of people. Of Shelley’s hard length pressed against the curve of his ass. Shelley’s mouth against his ear, nipping at his earlobe, growling, “Come on Jamie, daddy taught you better than that.”

And Jay would fight it, of course, but inevitably it was Shelley who would outplay him and pin him once again. He would strip off his tights; the costume of the Switchblade that Jay wore to conceal the man he used to be - the man Alex Shelley had known so intimately. And Jay would let him, hips keening up at the thought of Shelley undressing him and fucking him right there in the centre of the ring.

Fantasy-Shelley was kinder to Jay than the real Alex Shelley would have been, but Jay allowed the man in the fantasy to grasp Jay’s erection in his calloused hand and jerk him off roughly, all the while telling Jay exactly what to do. Like the ring general he is, Jay thought.

“Come on baby, closer,” Fantasy-Shelley was saying as his hips slapped against Jay’s ass, “Closer, come on, that’s it.”

Jay was panting in real life now, his hand moving frantically against his erection, desperate for it to feel half as good as he knew Shelley’s hands would. Jay’s eyes were closed now, but behind his eyelids he was seeing Shelley bent over him. Not the Shelley from years ago when they had fucked in Ring of Honor, but the Shelley from tonight who had damn near had Jay’s number in the ring. The Shelley that was starting to wrinkle and grow grey around the edges.

“Ungh, daddy,” Jay was saying, though he wasn’t sure if it was in the fantasy or in real life.

“Good boy,” Shelley replied, thumb rolling effortlessly over the head of Jay’s cock, a move that drove him crazy. “Cum for daddy, Jamie,” Shelley purred and Jay could feel his orgasm pooling in his stomach, “Cum on daddy’s cock.”

Jay’s orgasm ripped through him like a tidal wave and Jay could hear the bed rocking underneath him as he thrusted into his own hand through his orgasm, wishing desperately that it was Shelley’s. Wishing for Shelley to pin him down and defeat him just one last time.

But Alex Shelley hadn’t won tonight, Jay had. He had superseded his master and from here there was no turning back.

Jay rolled on his side in the hotel bed, curling his arm around the pillow that lay unused on the other side of the bed. He pulled the pillow towards his chest and pressed his face into it; cool against his red and sweaty cheek.

Jay drifted off to sleep in bed alone, and he knew that was how it would be for a long time to come.

#jay white #alex shelley #jay white/alex shelley #jay white fanfic #jay white fanfiction #alex shelley fanfic #alex shelley fanfiction #impact wrestling

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buttercupsfrocks · 3 years ago

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Do you ever wonder what goes on in the mind of the average fatphobe, Tumblr? I do. I spend a lot of time going head to head with the blighters on Quora. Not in any hope of changing their mindset, obviously, because nothing short of a well aimed ice-pick is likely to do that. But perhaps I can change the mindset of a person like my younger self, who internalised their judgement as truth to her detriment, by showing them up for the irrational bullies they are. What can I say? It’s a hobby.

Seriously though, WTF is it these days with the endless accusations of “glamorising”, “promoting”,“normalising” – and even, on one occasion, “legitimizing” – obesity? Absolutely anything can trigger this response, from news that a high street clothing chain is slightly expanding its size range; to the use of plus-sized models to sell plus-sized clothes to plus-sized women; to featuring a fat runner making like a fat runner on the cover of Runner’s World. (Bad role model, incidentally, because fat). It’s all the Thin End of the Wedge for these pearl-clutching dipshits. And make no mistake, they’re running scared. But from what exactly?

I used to think it was fear of having their favourite chew-toy prised out of their smack-talking jaws. For the last few decades hating on fat folk for our own good has been endemic in the west, but bit by bit, kickback is starting to inch into the mainstream. And if the majority ever starts to view us as human individuals rather than a faceless scourge, sizeism could become less acceptable, less defensible even, then before you know it, BOOM! it’s pick on someone your own size, sunshine. But while that may be a significant contributor to their unease, there are additional factors at play in these accusations of glorification and endorsement. For a kick off they’re a crock. We all know that droves of slim-to-average sized people aren’t declaring their intention to become as fat as possible, nor are fat people encouraging them to do so.

The fact is that weight neutrality and self-acceptance among fat individuals genuinely rattles our most vocal detractors, which is why they persistently misrepresent the Fat Acceptance movement and discredit Health At Every Size, despite it being a bona fide medically supported programme. It’s why, when faced with a fat person not actively engaged in trying to shrink their body their stock reaction is to yell, “glorifying obesity!” Their anxiety centres around what might happen if the belief that it’s not fat people’s bodies that need fixing but our toxic cultural climate, becomes more commonplace. Greater numbers of fat people speaking up – and, crucially, being listened to; the media our hater-base consumes perhaps taking a more liberal, weight-neutral stance in keeping with the changing times. More routine inclusion of people with fat bodies in fashion magazines; weight-blind casting for the big and small screens; fewer ‘Best And Worst Beach Body’ covers on the supermarket checkout rags. Possibly, (please God and over time), a cultural shift in the way the pursuit of optimum health is presented – no longer a moral obligation or even a universal possibility; simply a choice if that’s what floats your boat, no more or less moral than joining the local am-dram outfit, or collecting vintage snowglobes. But what would that mean for them?

It’s not just that the currency of hard won – or happenstantial – thinness is devalued if one type of body is no longer privileged over another. I’ve been around enough people with eating disorders and compulsive behaviours to recognise that the portion of society that fulminates at total strangers for opting out of a lifestyle they feel compelled to adhere to, is rife with both. Certainly many describe lives of extreme deprivation and Herculean self control. However liberating oneself from diet culture also takes tremendous strength of will and I suspect for all their censorious gum-flapping deep down they know that, and fear they mightn’t have the courage to free themselves from what seems to me an utterly joyless existence.

Just some thoughts currently swirling around in my head.

By the way, isn’t this a delightfully loud frock? It’s bamboo and soooo soft, and doesn’t appear to pill or fade or shrink or any other nasties. It’s the heaviest of the Taking Shape dresses I bought this year, and good for chillier days like today, with the addition of tights. It’s also capacious enough to layer beneath, so versatile as well as colourful.

#OOTD #fatshion #plus size style #Taking Shape #bold and bright #Sizeism #Fatphobia #glorifying obesity #got my ranty-pants on

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Milk Bread

Oikawa!Reader x Ushijima

a/n: bahahaha oikawa would literally disown yall though

anon request: Hiii if your request is still open could you also do an Oikawa's lil sis!Reader x Ushijima please~ fufufufu

ushijima and i could go get our own farm and have our own cows and horses and uggghhh

this entire,,,,, fiasco was an actual accident

it all started when you were so hungry that you ended up eating tooru’s milk bread

you were part of the girls track team in seijoh and competitions were starting soon so the team has been making practice mandatory during lunch as well

this caused you to only be able to survive off of snacks rather than your normal bento so you were blazing hungry when you got home

and when you are hungry, you go on a rampage

your brother was staying later practice so he wasnt home when you arrived

the fridge door almost unhinged and out the window by how roughly and quickly you opened it

the only thing in there was bottles of water and vegetables and you were not hungry enough to eat freaking raw onions

then you searched all over the cabinets for anything edible until you stumbled upon a clearly hidden milk bread

you guessed that tooru hid it bc he knew either you or takeru would eat it but heh, he didnt hide it good enough

finders keepers, right?

and as long as he doesnt find out it was you, itd be fine

you giddily opened the bag and ripped off a piece before smiling at how delicious it was

but this was cut short

you were so caught up in your happiness with the food that you missed iwa and tooru coming home until you heard your brother scream

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

your eyes flew open and you froze, mid-bite

his eyes were wide and his mouth was agape as he watched you scarf down the rest of the bag quickly before dashing upstairs

but tooru’s shout for iwa-chan made the buff guy snatch you from the hallway despite you kicking and screaming at him to let go of you

‘IWA-CHAN NO!!!!!’

you yelled but he just tightened his hold on you

‘i bought oikawa that bag, y/n’

you pouted then crossed your arms

‘you bought it for an oikawa, not a specific oikawa though’

so tooru ordered you to go to his favorite bakery, which was all the way out there like an hour away, and buy him a dozen bags of milk bread

‘TOORU YOURE GOING TO GET FAT!’

*offended oikawa*

‘I BURN ALL OF IT DURING PRACTICE ANYWAYS!’

‘hm, explains why you have no cake’

y/n stop thats so mean !!!!

but doorkawa though

so there you were, shoving all of the stock they have in the store into the big cart

if someone were to walk by you right now, theyd stare at the cart then at you weirdly for being a milk bread addiction

and thats exactly what happened

ushijima went to the bakery bc tendou won a bet and demanded a milk bread from this specific bakery

so he was entering the building, a single milk bread in mind, when he saw you, literally shoving all the bags down with an arm into the cart

he paused, like 5 feet away from you, just watching as you continued to take all the bags they had in stock into the cart

but he just wanted one bag so he went up to your cart and wordlessly took a bag which you saw and caught his arm

‘um, excuse me, what are you doing?’

he gave you a stoic face

‘i walked 30 minutes for this bag of milk bread. im sure you can leave one for someone else’

you were about to retort when you saw who this guy was

ofc if your brother was oikawa tooru, youd know his hatred for the apparent ‘farmer idiot’ ushijima wakatoshi from shiratorizawa

the familiar eyes and the furrowed eyebrows

yep, this had to be him

‘you,,,, ushiwaka’

he nodded

‘yes. now if you’ll excuse me, ill be going’

but you again held him back

‘ushijima-san! take this-all of this! i dont need it anymore!’

you pushed the cart in his direction before bolting out the store in a hurry

now ushijima is known to predict almost anything that came his way

but never has he even THOUGHT that a girl would give him a cart filled with nearly 50 bags of milk bread

the store lady pushed the cart to the cashier and only did he finally snapped out of it when she told him the total

‘oh, um, you forgot this bag too’

what was he going to do with all of this bread?

you pedaled your bike home and when tooru saw you empty handed, he started shouting

but you just faked a pout

‘ushijima wakatoshi-san took it from me’

his ears turned red

and all he could see was red

i see RED! rED! ooOOhH rED!!!!

he got his phone out and dialed a number before shouting into it

‘YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS, IWA-CHAN! USHIWAKA-!’

ngl, you didnt really think that he would completely forget about it but he fell for it

you planned to use tooru’s hatred for him and just a single utter of his name could completely brainwash him from the milk bread stealing situation

‘MAYBE HES GOING TO BUY ALL THE MILK BREAD IN THE WORLD UNTIL I GO TO THE DAMN SHIRATORIZAWA! WHAT IF HES DOING THAT?! IWA-CHAN-!’

the entire situation completely slipped your mind a few weeks later and you even forgot that you met ushijima and left him a cart of the treats

but that was quickly remembered

similar to your brother, there was one day per week where you have no track practice so you found yourself in their gym at wednesday, just waiting for iwa and tooru to finish practice

you were just busy doing your homework and trying to help kyoken with all of his missed work when kindaichi shrieked from the side

‘ushijima wakatoshi!’

JAPONN

at the mention of his name, everyone turned to him and followed his line of sight where indeed, the tall farmer boy stood at the door

oikawa tooru was so shocked to see him and his nerve to show up at HIS TURF that he didnt say anything

‘hello. is oikawa y/n here?’

then all hell broke lose

tooru was screaming at you in betrayal

iwa was shouting and hitting oikawa to stop and holding him back from lunging at you

the others were yelling at how you knew this famous player

while kyoken just sitting there all chill

‘you know that guy?’

‘uh-well-kinda?’

‘nice’

you quickly packed up your stuff, confused and surprised, before bolting down the bleachers to the door where you grabbed ushiwaka’s hand to drag him away from the gym where tooru couldnt find you

you finally stopped by an alleyway about a street away from school and turned to him with scrunched eyebrows

‘ushijima wakatoshi-san! what are you doing here?!’

you whisper-yelled

but he just unzipped his gym bag and handed you a bag of milk bread

you were so caught off guard that you just held it on your hands and stared at it

ushijima noticed your expression and pointed at the food

‘i have a lot of it at home. i figured you wanted one’

you slowly looked up at him

‘ushijima-san,,,,, i,,, why-’

‘you seem to like milk bread seeing your cart full of it. i thought you still wanted one and i need to get rid of all of it anyways’

‘but,,,, you shouldnt have come all the way to seijoh! nii-chan-’

then you stopped

wait, hold on

how did he even know your name

‘how do you know my name, ushijima-san?’

he blinked

‘youre a known track runner in the prefecture in both the girls and boys. a friend of mine wanted to recruit you for the school team but you turned it down’

you paused and chuckled

‘ah of course. i actually wanted to go but nii-chan considered it a betrayal so i couldnt go’

‘but you should’ve come to-’

‘SHUT UP USHIJIMA! AND STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER!’

tooru’s figure was panting a little bit away from behind ushijima and he was pointing at him heatedly

you sighed and face-palmed but you flinched when ushijima placed an arm around your shoulders and held you close

‘she has talents that could take her to far places. i understand that she refused it but you might have greatly influenced that decision and never asked her opinion about it. im here to ask her to re-think this decision and join us instead’

‘YOURE NOT EVEN IN THE TRACK TEAM IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

tooru raged and ran forward before grabbing your arm roughly to pry you away from the dirty touch of ushiwaka

‘we’re leaving, ushijima. and you better not talk to my little sister again’

he hissed and dragged you away but you turned your head and raised a hand

‘later, ushijima-san!’

‘SHUT UP Y/N!’

after that, ushijima knew to approach you in secret

you saw him by the gates after practice and you hurriedly hid him away from sight bc the moment someone saw that familiar purple jacket, theyd know immediately

‘ushijima-san! what do you want now?’

you whispered and again, he reached into his bag to give you a bag of milk bread

‘i need to get rid of them. and i also want to hear your opinions about joining shiratorizawa next year’

you laughed, softly clutching the bag

‘in truth, the bread was for nii-chan. and regarding next year, i dont think im leaving seijoh, ushijima-san, so sorry’

he nodded

‘i understand. but i do hope you will think about it, oikawa-san’

you cringed at the formality coming from someone as important as him

‘please, call me y/n. it sounds really weird from you’

‘okay, y/n-san’

‘no, just y/n’

‘y/n’

‘good’

then these meetings turned to another, then twice more, then everyday

it was becoming a routine at this point

track practice ended at 6, about 30 minutes before the seijoh volley so you could easily slip away from tooru, and ushi’s ended around 5 so he was able to meet you at the alley by your school

tbh, you didnt understand how you were meeting as such a shady place and you didnt understand why he would take such a long trip just to give you milk bread and ask you about the school

however, that soon changed

soon, you just talked about school and life in general while munching on food

he would occassionally talk about this first year goshiki and some setter shirabu and how they fought constantly

you knew a little bit of his best friend tendou and his dorm life back in shiratorizawa

he knew that you weren’t exactly in track for fun, but for scholarships since you werent exactly smart

part of you wondered if he used the dozens of milk bread in his house as an excuse to see you and make you eat them as compensation when he couldve just sent them back

yet eventually,

your conversations helped you know a little bit of each other without the title of fastest runner oikawa y/n or u-19 japan ushijima wakatoshi

‘tori accidentally broke a hurdle and sprained her knee so she had to sit out during practice. it was a mess because she was screaming about the pain and caused practice to end early’

you whined while chewing

he remained quiet so you turned to look at him, who was just staring at you

‘ushijima-san? you okay?’

‘waka,, toshi. call me wakatoshi’

you tilted your head to the side

‘i,, i can’t call you that, ushijima-san’

‘please, call me that. we’re friends, right?’

a genuine laugh escaped from you

‘oh dear. i mean, yeah, we’re friends, i guess. but nii-chan would not appreciate this friendship’

‘but doesn’t he like you having friends?’

he was confused as to why tooru’s even in the conversation

‘no, ushijima-san. i meant, he would not like me being friends with you’

‘why does he have a say in this?’

you paused

he was right

why did tooru’s opinion matter?

why did it matter so much that you’ve been hiding in this stinky alleyway with ushijima wakatoshi for a few weeks all because you were scared someone you knew saw you?

‘wakatoshi-san, do you have a brother?’

‘no’

‘hm, makes sense’

you laughed then looked away, straight at the dumpster that stood behind him a few feet away

‘my parents,,, are always working. even when i was young, they were constantly working so i dont really have good memories with them since they were rarely home. my sister, she was already in high school when i was born so the only person i really had was my nii-chan’

ushijima’s stare on you never wavered as he remained looking at you, inspecting you almost, the way your nose curved or your lips looked a little chapped or that crumb that stuck itself on the corner of your lip

‘he has always done everything for me,, in a way, he raised me and i appreciate everything hes done for me, yknow? and i want to repay him for all of that but im sorry to say this, but he doesnt exactly like you, wakatoshi-san. and me being friends with you, him not even knowing we’re meeting up like this, he would get very angry with me. and i dont to disappoint him’

you looked down at the remaining bread and softly sighed

it annoyed you a little that you cared so much for what tooru thought

why couldnt you live your life?

why couldn’t you just be your own person and meet people that you like?

‘we have only have 3 bags of milk bread left’

ushijima’s comment took you aback bc its not like you just told him something so personal or anything

‘huh?’

‘i need to buy some more’

you shook your head and waved your hands around

‘wakatoshi-san, i just told you, like, something really personal-’

‘but i dont care about all that though’

he blinked, confused as to why it mattered to him

‘what-’

‘y/n, havent you noticed that you’ve been calling me by my first name?’

his question made you stop and realize that you were saying wakatoshi

‘oikawa tooru is simply a person who helped raise you, he didnt make you nor does he have control over you. your life was given to you to live and create, not to be molded or shaped by someone else’

you nodded and patted his arm in appreciation, still awkward about having interactions with the guy

but he reached behind you and patted your back, averting his gaze forward

‘you have talent in track so i think you should keep running for a team that shares your skills. like your brother’s talents deserve to be played in a team full of undefeatable players’

you chuckled and shot him a confused glance

‘wakatoshi-san, youre over here telling me to do what i want yet youre telling me to do something else’

he seemed completely innocent to his hypocritical statement as he just looked at you

‘im just influencing you. theres a difference’

you shook your head and continued eating your bread, throwing the entire topic behind your mind

‘youre right, wakatoshi-san. we do need to buy some more milk bread’

little by little, you started to stray away from your brother

like you started coming home late and your wednesdays were now booked up with someone else

ofc he noticed and he went straight to iwa-chan to complain about it

by the second wednesday, he got fed up and actually cancelled practice which caused iwa to beat him up for stopping practice for something stupid

‘let your sister be, shittykawa!’

tooru pouted and rubbed the now sore spot on his head

‘somethings wrong, iwa-chan! i can sense it! shes hiding something and if its kept from me, of course i want to know!’

this led iwa to be dragged along with him as he followed you walking to somewhere

he remembered you getting flustered and smiling at him when you refused his offer to get ramen after practice with the guys

‘i have plans, sorry, nii-chan’

this caused oikawa to be very sus bc no tea, but he knows you dont hang out w other people outside school

so this led him to stalking you instead of talking and asking you like a normal adult

iwa was also there bc he lowkey sus and worried for your safety if oikawa does decide to lunge at your boyfriend

the two boys were huddled behind a car as you were just walking cheerfully, skipping every step

‘iwa-chan, she doesnt have a boyfriend, right?’

‘shes pretty and kind, it would be hard to believe she doesnt have one’

but as they continued to follow you, they started getting confused as to why you were walking in such an unfamiliar neighborhood

this wasnt exactly their turf and when they noticed a familiar looking uniform a boy was wearing as he walked down the street, oikawa almost busted a blood vessel

aw look at him tremble-

‘what in the ever-loving god of anime is she doing in shiratorizawa!’

he whisper-yelled

‘iwa-chan! is she transferring there?!’

‘shittykawa shut the hell up!’

you heard a familiar voice behind you and quickly turned around but saw nothing

you swear you heard hajime’s voice

but it couldve been just your imagination since you’ve heard him call that for nearly 6 years

you continued walking forward and you jumped to wave when you saw ushijima leaning against the school gates

‘wakatoshi-san!’

you greeted and he nodded, acknowledging your presence

‘y/n, you were late’

you giggled

‘why? did you miss me wakatoshi-san?’

‘hm, yes. the milk bread bakery is going to close in 15 minutes’

he said and held out his hand which you gladly accepted

tooru was basically strangling iwa by how he was so ANGY that his little baby sister was fraternizing with the enemy!!!

back on you though!!!

you still blushed when you held his hand but you knew there was nothing about it bc you ltr almost got ran over once

so basically,

you were finally opening up to going out in public w him as long as it was far away

and he suggested going to some ramen shop that they frequent at for some food

you were just walking side by side and humming a tune when you were interrupted by a loud honk that freaked you out and freeze

but ushijima, being a volleyball player and developing quick instincts, grabbed your shoulders and pushed you both to the side, away from the car

youve never had that experience before so you were quite freaked out and you were just hanging on to his jacket for dear life, hiding your face in it

he sensed your panic and placed a hand on top of your head to provide some comfort

‘its okay, y/n. dont worry bc ill always be there to protect you’

you turned red at that statement but ushijima was known to be very naive and he didnt understand that underlying suggestion in his words

‘thank you, wakatoshi-san’

you mumbled and he gently pried you away but he held your hand

‘this will allow me to pull you quicker and to make sure you dont wander too far’

you pouted

‘hmph, im not a child, wakatoshi-san’

he smiled, surprising you bc wowza was he showing emotions?

‘you need to be taken cared of, do you not? no matter what age, ill still look out for you’

to this day, he still kept your hand on his grip and your heart kept beating really fast

all these hangouts were really showing you the real ushijima wakatoshi that was so different from the court and you really liked it

from the strong and cold and cruel player to the awkward, funny, and naive schoolboy

he was an enigma and you were attracted to the remaining iceberg that maintained being hidden under the waters of his physical appearance

focusing on something else, you were tugging him along excitedly bc you forgot your bento at home today and you STARVED

‘lets get sweets!’

you cheered excitedly and with his hand still laced into yours, he looped it around your shoulders so he pulled you closer

‘semi told me he does this to his girlfriend when she gets too hyper’

um, sire, where did that come from?

from oikawa’s spot, he was starting to get hurt by how harshly he dug his fingernails in his palms while iwa was getting angry at how carelessly this farmer was handling his sister

but you werent bothered by his weird oblivious comments

‘im very hungry so we must hurry, wakatoshi-san!’

‘yes, yes’

unbeknownst to you, he kept looking down to observe your faces

when you would see a store, your eyes would widen and youd mumble about wanting to go there sometimes

when you saw a baby in a stroller, youd coo and unintentionally squeeze his hand

it was cute

and it made his heart jump every time

today was no different occasion

and he was finally able to put a pin into this weird action from his organ

lmao im so tired bruh im cackling as i type

earlier today during practice, he felt that jump when you whined to him about leaving your bento at home and expressing your excitement to get some food

that jump returned and he was so focused on texting you that he didnt notice his teammates watching him in shock

tendou even started hitting semi, confused and flabbergasted

‘ushijima-san,,,’

goshiki started but shirabu smacked him to be quiet

‘oh, i might not come to practice on friday since im going to the doctor’

the mention of the doctor, everyone freaked out bc they cant have their prized player injured or hurt

‘what,, whats wrong?’

semi asked and ushijima finally locked up his phone

‘im having weird random jumps in my chest and slight tickles in my stomach. google told me to go to the doctor if it persists so i made an appointment’

they all sweatdropped

goshiki uwu babie was biting his lip to stop himself from sobbing and thinking his senpai and rival was having an illness

but semi and tendou knew whats up

‘wakatoshi-kun, who were you texting?’

they all noticed the slight widening of his eyes and the sprinkle of light that shined through

‘oh, oikawa y/n. we’re friends now’

everyone shared a look bc he didnt really have friends outside the team and didnt bother himself with unnecessary relationships like these

‘oh god’

tendou mumbled and his grin widened

‘i,,im no doctor, ushijima-san, but i think youre experiencing the symptoms of a crush’

shirabu was basically the smartest than the others combined so when he said something like that, they believed him immediately

‘crush?’

ushijima wondered

‘dont tell me you dont know what that is’

goshiki muttered in disbelief

‘im familiar with the definition of the attraction to another person. but ive never experienced it myself’

yall why am i writing him to talk like this

‘youve been so busy with volleyball your entire life that you probably havent had time to actually admire the girls we have in school’

tendou reasoned so ushijima went to go wait for you by the gates and observed the females that passed by

nope, they all didnt strike him for anything

he just gave up until he saw you waving for him all enthusiastically and there it was

a simple glance at your smile and it leapt

it only got worse when you giggled and he clenched his fist to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest

the entire time, he felt it, especially holding your hand

to really be honest, he only did that after what happened and his mother used to do that to him to protect him from other cars

now that he had someone to protect, he was doing the same thing

you clearly didnt mind and just swung your hands along the entire time

eventually, yall arrived

the lady at the front was now accustomed by your appearances and she waved at you

‘hello ushijima-kun! oikawa-chan!’

you greeted her happily while ushi just nodded at her

your brother and his best friend decided it was best to stand outside to not garner suspicion ltr yall are stalking and everyone knows since the bell rang whenever it was opened

tooru felt his heart clench at the thought of you being on a date with this,,, !!!! farmer boy!!!!

the sister complex in this one is quite strong

it got even worse when he saw your giggling form and ushijima holding you close with your shoulders

next thing he knew, he entered the bakery and ripped you away from him

ofc you were surprised bc wtf why was here?

‘NII-CHAN?!’

‘oh, hello, oikawa’

^^ 2 types of people

‘didnt you hear me when i told you to stay away from my sister?’

he seethed

‘yes, i heard you. but i dont care’

‘wakatoshi-san!’

you whisper-yelled bc his answer clearly made your brother angrier

‘well, i need you to start caring bc you are not welcome to be a part of our family! i will never accept you as my brother-in-law! i will never visit! you hear me?!’

your eyebrows furrowed and you flushed in embarrassment

‘NII-CHAN! WE’RE JUST FRIENDS! WHAT ARE YOU SPOUTING ABOUT?! AND WHY DID YOU FOLLOW ME?!’

he didnt bother to hear you and started dragging you by the arm

but you wrenched out of his grip and ran to ushijima, who held you close

‘hes my friend, nii-chan. i dont care if you dont like him but hes nice to me and he hasnt given me any reason to not be friends. now try to be a grown-up for just a few minutes and leave me alone so i can go hang out with my friend and you go back home with iwa-chan’

you firmly stated, glaring at him and tooru felt sad at this entire thing

were you growing up?

despite only being a year younger, you were always that ran to him for everything bc you looked up to him so much

but now, you were refusing and becoming your own person

you were still his baby sister but now, you were a grown woman who could make her own choices

and he had no choice but to accept that

‘okay. but come back home soon, okay, y/n?’

tooru’s quiet voice made your expression fall and you made a move to go to him but he already made his exit

‘nii-chan,,,’

you mumbled but ushijima placed an arm around your shoulders

‘you can go to him, y/n. we can-’

‘no. im,,, happy that he finally realized it. so lets continue’

you smiled up at him and he nodded, going back to looking through the cupcakes

‘how do you think hed take it if he finds out i like his sister?’

he off-handedly asks to no one but you heard and jumped

okay, you were used to his random comments and questions but this one had to be the one that took you aback the most

‘H-HAH?!’

but he doesnt seem bothered

‘my teammates told me that i have a crush on you so if i were to act on that feeling, would you accept me?’

your eyes flittered everywhere and you grabbed him by the shoulders and leaned him down to his level

‘ar-are you seriously confessing to me right now?’

he shrugged, so nonchalant

‘yes. before getting your brother’s approval, i should get yours first. will you let me be yours, oikawa y/n-san?’

your face scrunched up and you nodded, pulling him in for a hug

‘i like you a lot, ushijima-san. like a lot’

he softly smiled and buried his neck in your neck

‘i noticed when you didnt care about your brother’s dislike towards me’

‘yanno, for someone who is so against us together, hes the reason we even met in the first place’

he pulled away and looked at you

‘really?’

‘yep. i told you this, didnt i? i came for milk bread yet left with a boyfriend’

‘over a span of a few months’

you rolled your eyes but still laughed

‘yes, a few months and nearly a hundred bags of milk bread later’

the old lady was watching the whole thing and only made her presence obvious when she squealed

‘OH YOUNG LOVE! GET ANYTHING YOU WANT TODAY, DEARIES! WE SHALL CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF NEW LOVE AND FOR MANY MORE!’

you and ushijima shared a look before busting out laughing, you freezing when you heard his chuckles

he noticed your stare at him and he asked you whats wrong

you shook your head before grinning

‘im already already looking forward to falling in love with you. so make me fall really hard, okay?’

you just unlocked blushy and flustered ushijima wakatoshi

when you went home that night with bags full of milk bread, your brother practically forgave you

but you accidentally blurted out of your new official relationship and you knew what he did?

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry if i was gone for 2 days bc selling sunset came season 3 came out on friday !!!! but heres an update and i might post another later bc tomorrow’s my first day of school and id be too busy to update but id probably update in wednesday so feast on these in the meantime!!!!!!

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breitzbachbea · 3 years ago

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📓?? 👀

Okay, okay, okay, so -

Put “📓” or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I’ll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven’t written but daydream about.

The Ancient Olympics AU (which I talked about with @crispyliza )

This AU came into being after I relistened to the "The Ancient Olympics" episode of the history/comedy podcast "You're Dead To Me". It had the interesting information that a lot of Olympic winners actually came from Sicily & South Italy! So naturally I began to wonder what might have happened if my Sicilians ended up in Olympia ...

Dramatis Personae:

- Michele Vento (APH Sicily, my OC) as Trainer of the Bontade Twins - Marco & Lorenzo Bontade (Human OCs of mine) as Athletes from Syracuse - Herakles Karpuzi (APH Greece) as Athlete from Athens - Timothea Simonides (Human OC) as Herakles' Trainer - Omar Simonides (Human OC) as ... Good question? Co-Trainer to Thea ig

The Happenings™:

- Lorenzo and Marco want to compete in the upcoming Olympics as runners. Michele,probably a distant relative to them who lives close, becomes their trainer.

- The Sicilians roll up to Olympia, most likely a few days early because travelling is an adventure in these days and it doesn't hurt to have a few extra days to get accustomed to the terrain.

- Michele also definitely loses the Bontade twins 10 minutes after arriving at the sanctuary bc he wasn't looking for 0.5 seconds. So now he lost his boys at a place that currently contains approximately half of Magna Graecia.

- The reason he wasn't paying attention? Some athletes were preparing themselves nearby, bucknaked of course. Amongst them Herakles. Michele has always been a sucker for strong arms and legs, so that plus Herakles' beautiful face has him swooning from the get go.

- After he recollects his twins, they spend the next few days training, as do the other athletes, which is when Herakles notices Michele's looks.

- Christina (crispyliza) had the galaxy brain idea that Herakles intentionally flirts with Michele to sabotage the Bontades success at the games. It's an idea that he comes up with together with the Simonides - to be completely fair, it was probably Timothea's. Omar: "My, looks like you've got a fanboy." Herakles: "And what a pretty one at that." Timothea: "He seems to be a bit shy about it, though. Or maybe he's actually after those twin brothers?" (They figure out he's the Bontades trainer) Timothea: "Oh, he's a trainer! Pretty sucky at his job though if he's oogling the competition so much." Omar: "All the better for us, though." Timothea: -oil lamp ignites over her head bc light bulbs aren't invented yet-

- While we're at the Simonides: This was before it was mandatory for everyone to be naked, so Timothea managed to sneak into the games by posing as a man. Omar helps her with it, since he's trans and thusly got experience. Christina also had the hilarious idea of them having fake beards, which is just, YES. Timothea definitely cut her hair and they made whatever beard is in fashion in Athens at the time out of them. Their mother Natasa used to be a famed winner of the Heraea, the woman's games also held in Olympia.

- So let the games GreSic flirting begin

- The Problem: Michele doesn't want his boys to think he's betraying them for a rival athlete. He also really wants Herakles to rail him. The Solution: Find ways to be sneaky and secretive about it so the twins don't have to find out. Here is one of the possible scenarios I had for this: "When I first thought about this, I also had this scene in my head. Idk how accurate it works, bc it involves a tent and in the ydtm episode they didn't mention how people were housed during the games. (Like, I am sure there were guest houses, the temples probably offered some places to sleep, both of that but in upscale fancy for all the rich and important people attending yadda yadda.) Do you know that trope(?) when someone has sex but is trying to hide it? That. Just Michele sticking his head out of the tent, clutching at the fabric to keep everything else closed. Tells his twins, who looked for him, he is kind of busy rn. Tries is best to hide the fact of what is actually happening and to make them leave. It works. Kind of. Because as soon as they are gone, Michele sighs with a :| look and tells Hera to stop. "But why?" "Because you would have to nail every corner of this tent down and then they'd still find a way to spy!" Which is exactly what the twins ARE doing. They are trying their best to get an unnoticed peak from one place of the tent. But because it has to be subtle, all they get to see is feet and they either don't hear them or don't recognize Herakles' voice. I don't think he is the person to go out of his way to pick on people or pick fights in general, so they probably haven't had much interaction. So Michele smoothes out his chiton annoyed and leaves the tent, to then just stomp around enough for the twins to notice him and pretend they weren't doing what he knew they were doing."

- One day however, Marco & Lorenzo are missing their trainer and can't find him. They run into Thea & Omar, who are missing their athlete. Hm. Weird. Wonder what's that all about :)

- They end up catching Michele and Herakles in the act, just out there somewhere underneath a tree, which, naturally, makes the Bontades VERY upset. Lorenzo: "What do you think you are doing?!" Omar, in his head: 'Herakles, obviously.' Marco: "He's the COMPETITION, Michele!" Both: "You've left us all alone for THAT?!" Since the Simonides were in on the whole thing, they're not surprised just disappointed that Herakles vanished without a heads up. "Well, that ain't sprinting practice."

- The most hilarious thing is that could not even tell you who wins the race. I didn't even think about that part until yesterday. I'm kind of particular to the thought that it's somewhat of a photo finish with the three of them, but the twins come out on top. Since there can only be one winner, they flippantly let one of them be chosen by the equivalent of a coin toss. So technically, either Marco or Lorenzo has won, but they keep both parading around with the wreath and insist that the inscription to them mentions them both as winners. Now, if they got their way is another story, I didn't read any academic articles on this at. all.

- Second place is as good as last in the Ancient Greek world, but Herakles takes the loss in stride. Timothea is probably the one who's most upset. Marco: "Hah, so all your flexing - " Lorenzo: "and all your fucking for nothing in the end!" Michele: "Hey, I'd like to think I'm a reward in and of myself, not an obstacle."

Sequel Bait:

- Back home in Siracusa, Michele gets asked if he doesn't want to train his cousins, too. The ones from Neapolis. The ones Michele can't stand. However, his mother talks him into it and he agrees. Extra funny because Lovino & Feliciano were also talked into it by THEIR parents. So Michele spends the next four years butting heads with Lovino, knowing fully well their mother will rip his head off if they don't do well. Lovino is of course hiding his giant insecurities about disappointing his loving father & mother behind snark. Michele will arrive at Olympia with four athletes in two this time and looks like he aged 40, not 4 years from all the stress.

- Herakles is no competition this time, though! He wants to try his hand at wrestling this year. However, very quickly after his arrival, he butts heads with a fellow wrestler from one of the Greek colonies in Asia minor. Only thing's more annoying than his big mouth, which he shares with his wrestling buddy, are probably the flirtations coming out of it & Herakles can't wait to show him his place. (Yes, I do know that the Turkish people came into the area that is modern day Turkey far, far later, he should be of another ethnicity [and he gotta be Greek to participate, anyways] but. Is any of you really going to deny me Herakles and Sadık wrestling, bucknaked, covered in oil? I'd hope the fuck not.)

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weirdsideblog · 4 years ago

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Untitled Vore Story, Part 1

Finally got this all written and polished and worked up the nerve to post it.

Part 2 Part 3

NOT ST*RKER

There is vore here, so you have been warned. Thanks to @whisperingphantasm for the idea that someone might want to read this, as it’s different from typical brand

“So why do these guys want to catch us, again?”

“They hate me, most likely.” Tony grunted as Peter snatched him out of the way of what looked like a laser beam.

“And what’re they shooting at us with?”

“Not sure.”

They ducked behind a car, and Peter wished for the millionth time that he had his webshooters and mask, or that Tony had his suit, or something other than just the two of them. Tony was just a person, and Peter was supposed to be just a person, and the guys chasing them were... not unskilled.

They had to move again, Tony grabbing Peter’s arm and pulling him along. He let go a second later, but Peter almost wished he would keep holding on, just to be safe.

Ordinarily, his spider sense would have warned him. But, with the momentary distraction, he only turned just in time to see the beam make contact with his shoulder and hear Tony’s cry of “Kid!” and then everything went black.

When Peter came to his senses, really only about a second later, he thought, everything felt wrong. His body felt wrong, and the ground felt wrong, and he felt terribly, terribly vulnerable without knowing why. It was an awful, sinking feeling, and it made him want to hide.

He looked up, and then he knew why. His heart, his stomach, his knees, every part of him felt like it turned to water, because that was a hand. A hand, bigger than his entire body, and before he could convince himself he was really seeing it, it had trapped him and snatched him up.

He regained the ability to move then, much too late, because his arms were trapped helplessly against his sides and he couldn’t get free. He thrashed anyway in a panic.

“I got you,” said a voice, which must belong to the owner of the giant hand.

“Mr. Stark?”

Tony had him? At any other time, Peter thought he might have felt incredibly safe, but the fact that Tony had him did nothing to change the fact that they were still being chased. And he was small, which did not bode well for him if they were caught. He’d just have to hope Tony was a fast runner, he thought, as he was held close enough to clearly hear the man’s pounding heart. It was bigger than he was now, and he found he didn’t like that thought at all.

Tony came to a halt, panting, and looked down at Peter in his hands. Even though he knew, he knew, his mentor would never hurt him, Peter shivered under his gaze.

“Did we get away?”

“Not yet.” Tony glanced down the alley they were in, and a second later Peter was enclosed in his hands again as he ran. Not for very long, because soon they had stopped again, and Tony was looking decidedly more worried than he had before.

“Okay, change of plan. It looks like we’re cornered here so-“ Footsteps ran toward them, and Tony and Peter both looked quickly.

Peter huddled in Tony’s palm, wishing he could be of some use or at least not be small when they were about to be caught like this. The footsteps were almost on them, and there was nowhere to go.

“Trust me, kid.”

“What-“ Peter found himself pinched around the waist and lifted up with terrifying speed. “Hey!”

His heart gave a sick lurch when Tony’s mouth loomed in front of him, and he scrambled to get away, but Tony won and trapped him in darkness.

The second Tony’s mouth closed, Peter went still. He was panting, and shaking a little with fright, but he forced himself to be still and to think. As unexpected and frankly terrifying as this was, it was Tony. Tony wouldn’t eat him.

Peter had to laugh at how ridiculous that sounded. Of course Tony wouldn’t eat him. All he needed to worry about were the muffled voices outside, who he hoped Tony wasn’t being captured by, and then the fact that he was in someone’s mouth only needed to be slightly unnerving. It was better than them getting him at this size, after all.

Tony’s tongue moved suddenly under him, and Peter yelped in alarm and disgust as he sprawled facedown on the sliippery surface. Before he could right himself, everything moved around him and he was being pushed backward, and now he was scared. Tony might have a plan to hide him farther back in his mouth to keep anyone from seeing him, but Peter didn’t want to be there thank you very much, because that was too close to... he shivered. That was too close.

He tried to hold still anyway, hugging his arms to his body, because one wrong move could trigger a swallow reflex and that, that would be bad. The thought made him want to scream and demand Tony let him out right now, but that was apparently not an option, so he held still. It would be fine, everything was fi-

Everything squeezed around him, crushing the air out of his lungs, and he was moving. Rather, he was being moved; Peter himself couldn’t move at all. It was too tight, and his arms were trapped against his chest, and he wouldn’t have even been able to tell what was going on if he hadn’t known.

All Peter’s thoughts closed in. He had to stop, he had to stop, he had to stop. He had to stick or brace himself or anything, but the only thing he was able to do was make a strange choking noise and he was forced horribly down.

It ended as suddenly as it had begun, and Peter slid into a more open space with a small scream. He gasped for air, gagged, gagged again, scrambled backward until he collided with a slimy wall, and stayed there, panting rapidly. He felt more like crying, but he had to breathe, he couldn’t panic now.

“Mr. Stark?” he choked.

Tony didn’t respond. Peter shuddered violently. The thudding heartbeat above him, that was Tony, and the slimy floor, and everything around him was Tony. Some weird part of his brain said that might be cool to think about- if he wasn’t trapped here.

“Mr. Stark!”

Still no answer, and Peter shuddered again. He was so small, Tony probably couldn’t even hear him. He sucked in an unsteady breath.

There was no way Tony had meant to do this. Whatever was going on, that was just not a possibility. Peter tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. Tony didn’t want him here any more than he wanted to be here, and he would do something.

Peter waited, hugging himself in the hot air. Tony was moving, hopefully of his own free will and not because he had been caught, but there was no way to tell. A terrible thought dawned on Peter’s mind.

Tony might not want him here, but if he had been captured... Maybe he couldn’t do anything. Maybe they had tied him up. Peter looked around in the darkness for help, but of course there was nothing.

“Hey, Mr. Stark?” he asked, trying to sound calm even though the last word came out as more of a wheeze. “No offense, but it’s really gross in here. Can you let me out, soon?” He touched the wall to steady himself when the floor shifted scarily under him. “Please?”

Tony still didn’t answer. Maybe he couldn’t hear, or maybe they had caught him and put a gag on him. At any rate, it was becoming clear that Peter would have to take matters into his own hands.

He was still breathing, which was good, but he wasn’t sure how long that would last. Even if it did, there were other things that would kill him. If Tony couldn’t get him out, then it was high time he got himself out. He stuck himself to the slimy wall.

It was horrible, if he was honest, even if he wasn’t very honest. Poking around blindly in Tony’s stomach (that part was already horrible all on its own), having to focus harder than usual to grip every slippery surface when his environment and emotional state really didn’t lend themselves to good focus, feeling for the way he had come in. It was impossible to tell exactly where he was, or where he was trying to go, or where he had already checked, and it took all Peter’s restraint not to just start screaming. Maybe he should be a little less honest.

“Just a normal day,” he muttered. “Climbing around inside somebody’s stomach while we’re getting kidnapped. Happens all the time.” He made himself give a shaky laugh and tried not to think, because if he thought, he would panic, and he couldn’t afford to waste time by panicking here.

He had no idea how long it had been when he slipped. Everything lurched, like Tony had either fallen or been pushed, and Peter lost his grip and fell too, landing with a disgusting squelch in a puddle of slime on the squishy floor. Probably not just slime. He jumped up, trying to shake it off his clothes and skin, trying to get away from where it pooled around his feet, letting out little whimpering gasps that he couldn’t control. Without anywhere else to go, he anchored himself to the wall once more, just to get away. He just wanted to get away.

“Mr. Stark, help me!” Peter pressed against the wall, as close to Tony- the Tony he was used to, anyway- as he could get. “Please, please, let me out, let me out!”

He lost his grip and slid down again to curl up in a ball, shaking. Tony couldn’t let him out. Whatever the reason, that much was clear, and Peter guessed the reason didn’t really matter in the end. He looked around in the complete darkness again, but there wasn’t even anything to see. Peter felt like screaming out in terror, but it would do no good; nothing would do any good.

“I’m gonna die here.” Nothing about that was funny at all, but he let out a slightly hysterical laugh. “I’m- oh no, oh no, I gotta...” He tried to struggle to his feet again, but he was breathing too hard and too fast and that was all he could focus on. He was already falling apart.

Then there was a new sound. Some sound other than the thud of Tony’s heartbeat or the air in his lungs or the blood roaring in Peter’s own ears. He registered it even through the fear and the panic and the despair as it vibrated deeply in the space around him.

Tony was humming. And Peter was sure, instantly, that it was for him. That was all it took for him to break down crying, because he wasn’t completely alone. Tony was there, and he was still thinking about him, and whatever was going to happen he’d know and Peter wouldn’t be alone.

Peter couldn’t recognize the song he was humming, but it was clear that Tony was trying to calm him down, and he managed to take a breath. Tony was paying attention and he wanted him calm, and that was... not automatically a bad thing. Unless he was just trying to comfort him in the face of death. Peter shuddered for both their sakes, but he allowed the sound and the reminder of Tony’s presence, however weird that was, to soothe him slightly.

Tony’s humming changed abruptly, going from musical to monotone and a series of detached sounds. Some were short, some were longer, almost like a code repeated over and over again and-

Code! Peter scrambled to his feet and listened, trying to force his frazzled brain to make sense of it.

F-E-S-A-F-E

Safe? Safe? Peter was no expert, but he was pretty sure nothing about this was safe.

H-O-W he punched against the wall, hoping Tony would get the message.

S-A-F-E

Apparently he didn’t. Peter groaned in frustration. “Mr. Stark, what the heck do you mean, safe?”

D-O-N-E-B-E-F-O-R-E

Peter’s heart leaped, and he let out a trembling breath. “You can hear me?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay. Um.” Peter looked around, but it was just as dark as before. “I’m really not sure this is… Am I gonna die?”

N-O

Tony wouldn’t lie to him. Right? Peter didn’t think he would.

“A-are you sure? How is this… how is this safe?”

“Mm-hm.” Tony didn’t answer how, but it was probably hard to explain in Morse code.

Peter took a breath. Nothing about this felt safe, and everything in him was still screaming that he was going to die, but maybe... Maybe there was a chance that he would be okay. Tony had said so, and he could believe Tony. He wanted to, anyway, but he wasn’t sure he quite could just yet.

“Where are we?”

T-R-U-N-K

“So you can’t let me out.”

“Mm-hm.”

That was… terrifying to have confirmed, but it was Tony, and if he said it was okay... “But I’m safe? Somehow?”

Y-E-S

“Okay.” Peter took another deep breath and reached out to touch the wall of Tony’s stomach, just barely. “I’m really freaking out, like kind of about to go crazy, but I’m trusting you, okay?” He couldn’t help a small shiver. “You’d let me know if I was actually gonna die, right? Or you’d be freaking out too, probably. So it’s fine. I think.”

Tony hummed, not a code, just a soft sound probably meant to reassure him.

“If I do die, I’m gonna haunt you forever and grab your leg every time you get out of bed.”

Tony might have snorted. Peter was quiet, still feeling incredibly small and a little bit lost. He supposed he was lost, at least to anyone who might be looking for him. He folded his arms and waited.

NOT ST*RKER!!

Part 2 with Tony’s perspective coming soon-ish

#marvel vore #avengers vore #protective vore #eh i think that’s enough tags #i mean it has vore in the title so you can’t be too shocked

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thr-333 · 4 years ago

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Mismatch- Part 20

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

The Batman hiding behind a corndog stall from a teenage girl: are you sure this is necessary? Twins: yes

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They arrive at the fair without being followed by Harley, at least she hopes so. Bruce somehow being able to convince Marion to not eat before going on the rides. In return Marion takes them straight to the most intense ride they have.

“Oh darn Mari,” Marinette says being dragged in line, “I don’t think we can go on this one without our disguises falling off,”

“Don’t worry I’ve been on plenty of rides like this and my glasses have never fallen off,”

You have magic glasses you twat! Marinnette glares, getting only a grin, telling her Marion knows exactly what he is doing. She's about to say as much when she notices an unfortunately familiar pair of pigtails in the crowd.

“Mari-” She looks over to her grinning twin.

“You know Nette if you really don't want to go on you don't have to,” Marion teases, Harley Quinn getting way too close to escape.

“On second thought let's go,” Marinette pushes Marion towards the ride, ignoring Bruce's surprise and Marion's taunting.

They get pulled onto the ride, Marinette coming off ghostly pale. Thankfully no Harley Quinn in sight.

“Let’s go again,” Marion starts pushing Marinette back in line, too light headed to stop him.

“How about we try some of the food, instead,” Bruce offers, looking over at her with concern.

“Sure, we can go on the rides later then,” Marion calls cheerfully, skipping off to a cotton candy stand.

“I got played didn’t I?” Bruce asks, watching Marion join the line.

“Like a fiddle,” Marinette starts to get some of the color back in her cheeks, “Don’t worry happens to everyone,”

“Yeah, he’s like his Mom,” Bruce mutters under his breath, but she still hears, “I mean…”

“It’s alright,” Marinette shrugs, walking towards the stand “Cotton candy?”

“Do I have to eat it?” Bruce grimaces, following her.

“Marions going to find a way to make you try it one way or another,”

Marion somehow manages to convince them all to get cotton candy. Bruce being thoroughly confused by it.

“It’s easy, all you do is pull a piece off,” Marinette demonstrates pulling off a piece.

“Or you can just bite it,” Marion faceplants into it.

“And get it all over your face,” Marinette deadpans, sneaking some to Tikki.

“Exactly,” Marion grins, coming back up with pink sugar all over his face.

“And you’re sure I don’t need any utensils,” Bruce says, looking quite out of place with the oversized pink cloud.

“No!” They both shout.

‘Alright then,” He pulls off a piece, cringing as he eats it, “This is just sugar,”

“Precisely,” Marion grins, biting off a big chunk.

“You're going to make yourself sick,” Bruce looks like he’s about to yank it away from him.

“ Precisely ,” Marion says, muffled by the dissolving sugar, “We should try funnel cake next!”

“Dear god, he’s just like Dick,” Bruce frets, watching as Marion bounces to the stall.

“I’m willing to bet Mari’s worse,” She watches as he eyes up the powdered sugar, “he’s a bottomless pit,”

“I think you might me right,” Bruce winces as Marion receives an oversized funnel cake, “that's terrifying,”

“You should see him around cheese,” Marinette suggests innocently, “Especially camembert,”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,”

Please do

They follow Marion around the food stalls. Marinette is able to keep up by feeding most of her sweet treats to Tikki. Bruce is not so lucky. They come across a mirror maze Marinette points out to give Bruce a break.

“Ah yes the mirror maze the best place to make sure no one recognises you,” Marion recites theatrically.

“The reflections are distorted,” Bruce walks past a mirror making him comically short

“Yeah that guy looks kind of like the Joker,” Marinette looks over to where Marion is pointing.

“Ah Mari,” She hesitates looking over the group of clowns reflected in the mirror that should definitely not be holding guns, “I think that is him,”

“Not again,” Marion mutters, backing up.

She tries to form a plan, they have to make a break for it to change into costumes or people could get hurt. But how are they supposed to so that with Bruce hovering over them. He looks like he’s trying to find an escape route, they have to find a way to protect them and-

“Is that Harley Quinn?” Marion whispers.

Sure enough they watch a reflection of the group making out from the stretched image as Harley walks over to the group and hits the Joker right over the head with a mallet.

“We should leave,” Bruce whispers, herding them in the direction they came.

“Will she be alright?” Marinette asks, watching the fight through a different mirror and gunshots echo.

“Yeah I think she’ll be fine,” Bruce says, as Harley knocks the gunmen's weapons away while hyenas chase after them through the maze.

They exit the maze in record time, Bruce being able to lead them through it easily.

“Do you think we should tell someone?” Marinette asks, there doesn't seem to be any more people going into the maze, maybe it's a Gotham six sense.

“We should,” Bruce agrees, less than enthusiastically.

“Or, or,” Marion dances in front of them, “We could go play some games,”

“We were almost attacked by the Joker and you think that's a good use of time?” Marinette can tell Bruce is thinking the same.

“Exactly! We were almost, so it doesn't count now does it?” Marion doesn't wait for an answer as he rushes off further into the fair.

They have no choice but to sigh and follow after him. Well they do but that's beside the point.

“Oh how awful it is, to not get to partake in the joys of a rollercoaster, unlike yourself whom screams with delight and fear every time-” Marinette uses the water gun to spray in the clown's face, “Hey!”

Unfortunately the clown that is related to her, not the carnival game. Marion tries to grab the water gun and they start fighting over it. Somehow they still manage to get a high score, enough for the big prize. Whether it was her good luck or Marion's bad luck projecting onto the stall runner is unclear.

“Unbelievable,” Marinette sighs as they walk away from the stall.

“Sorry, Nette there's just no love for the bugs,” Marion grins, hugging the giant black cat to his chest.

“I will find a Ladybug, just watch me,” She promises, this was never a problem in Paris, they have tonnes of Ladybug plushies.

“Sure you will,” Marion hums, Bruce just looks amused at their antics.

“If not I’m sewing spots onto the cat,” Marinette threatens, walking between rows of stalls none having a Ladybug plush.

“Nooooo,” Marion cowers, hugging the cat close.

“I think I saw a Ladybug prize somewhere back there,” Bruce points in the opposite direction.

“Where?” Marion runs where Bruce is pointing, Cat raised above his head, “We must go to save Dough boy!”

“Dough boy?” Marinette jogs slightly to keep up.

“From your disproving tone I can tell you approve,” Marion turns on his heel walking backwards.

“You know I technically won that game,” She pokes the cat toy in the chest.

“Please you were losing without me,” Marion grins, people moving out of his way.

“No I wase- look out!” Marinette pushes them both into the gap between stalls.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks, on guard looking out for the Joker, Marinette can feel him scanning the area.

“The devil has arrived,” Marion whispers, noticing Lila, “Her dark shadow always follows us,”

“... Pardon?” Bruce relaxes taking it for a joke, which it is most certainly not, Marinette tenses as Lila sends Kim right to the stall they are hiding behind.

“Girl at school we really don’t like, who really doesn't like us,” Marinette summarises, shallowling inhaling the smell of greasy batter.

“Which one?” Bruce analyses the group of teens near them.

“Sausage hair over there,” Marion nods to her, watching as Kim comes back with a corn dog, “Gasp, cannibalism!”

“Are you telling me Lila wouldn’t eat another human?” Marinette crouches down further keeping to the shadows.

“Are you telling me Lila is human?” Marion mutters back, both keeping their voices down.

“Good one,”

“Thanks,”

“Who’re we spy’n on?”

They all jump at the new voice. Marinette twisting to come nose to nose with Harley Quinn.

“De ja vu,”

“What?” Bruce turns to Marion.

“Nothing!” Marion very smoothly avoids eye contact.

“Spy’in on another date are we?” Harley asks, squeezing in next to the group.

“Another?” Bruce looks between them confused.

The twins frantically shake their heads behind Bruce's back. Harley makes a ‘o’ face and gives a nod.

“We’re spying on the devil,” Marion points at Lila, grateful she could at least serve as a distraction, “Bless whatever unfortunate soul has the displeasure of dating her,”

“Sounds to me like you have some strong opinions,” Bruce says, with slight disbelief, probably thinking they are overreacting.

“Trust me they’re founded,” Marinette whispers, cringing at the shrill laugh Lila gives.

Bruce gives her an expectant look and wedged together between a corn dog stall and who knows what else isn’t the best place to pick a fight.

“That’s a grade A psychopath right there,” Harley finally whispers to them.

“You can tell?” Marinette asks, ignoring Marion giving Bruce a smug look.

“Well from what I can see she’s a manipulative Liar-”

“To put it lightly, I don’t think she’s told the truth once in our years of knowing her,” Marion scowls, as Lila animatedly tells another tale, “Not even her name, don’t you think Lila and liar is a bit too convenient?”

“Anyway, she has pretty much all the class wrapped around her finger,” As if to prove her point Sabrina runs off to fetch her a drink, “Makes up rumours about anyone that doesn't follow her blindly and turns the rest against them,”

“I’m taking it you didn’t follow her blindly?” Bruce guesses, what on earth would give him that idea?

Harley seems to be studying Lila like she is a particularly interesting bug.

“Oh no we just love Lila so much we hide in joy every time she comes near,” Marion retreats further into the shadows, a hair away from actually hissing.

“You went toe to toe with scarecrow are you honestly telling me you're hiding from her,” Bruce studies Lila, as if looking for some sign of danger.

“If it helps she literally appeared in my fear toxin… illusions?” Marion looks for confirmation, Bruce giving a nod, Marinette shrugs he had already told her and didn’t feel like a stretch, “As the devil, soooo…”

“What did that meanie do to you!” Harley cries wrapping Marion in a hug, its alright Bruce only looks very concerned.

“Then I suggest we retreat rather than wait for them to leave,” Bruce offers, Marinette gives a nod but Harley has other plans.

“Not until I fuck that girl up!” Harley stands brandishing a mallet.

“Harley no!” Marinette hisses the three of them trying to pull her back out of the stalls.

“Let me go!” Harley struggles but not with any real strength, making sure not to hit them with the mallet, “She needs to pay,”

“Harley if we wanted her gone we could have done it already,” Marion placates, trying to push her away.

“You want her around?” Harley stops in her tracks, tilting her head to look like a confused child.

“If we wanted her gone violently ,” Marinette specifies, guiding Harley out the alley.

“So you’ll accept a non violent way?” Bruce speaks up surprisingly.

“Yeah… I guess?” Marinette hesitates, Bruce and Harley share a glance then a nod, whatever just happened it might be better to remain ignorant.

“Well, glad we avoided that disaster,” Marion sighs, as he stretches out.

“What disaster, those outfits? Because you look utterly ridiculous,” They all turn to see Chloe scowling down at them.

That's right they said they would be with their aunt today and had turned down her invitation to the fair.

“Chloe! Hi great to see you,” Marion cringes, backing up under the blondes glare, “And everyone else, what a pleasant surprise,”

“Who were you hiding from?” Kagami asks, or rather demands staring suspiciously at Bruce. She gives a simple nod at the waving Harley.

“Would you believe Lila is here?” Marinette sighs, pointing back at the gap they escaped from.

“I suspected she was after Adrien threw up,” Chloe shrugs, Marinette's concern pushes into overdrive, overlooking Adrien for any signs of damage.

“I think that was more the rides combined with this food,” Kagami informs, looking down at a deep fried hotdog with disgust.

“Guys, please…” ��Adrien blushes, glancing at her for some reason.

“Who is this?” Kagami demands, definitely demands this time.

“Harley Quinn-”

“Yes we know that,” Chloe huffs, cutting off Bruce.

“Oh.. um,” Marion exchanges a hesitant glance with both of them, “Bruce Wayne?"

“Right, and why is he here with you two?” Chloe doesn't look impressed at Marion's awkward chuckle.

“Um well… uh,” Marinette tries, glancing at Bruce who doesn't meet her look, “We just happened to be in the area?”

“Bzzt! Wrong! Try again,” Chloe makes and ‘x’ with her fingers.

“Publicity stunt?” Marion says, in the most unconvincing tone conceivable.

“Rion, if you were planning a publicity stunt there would be confetti glitter and fireworks,”

Marinette tries not to laugh remembering a publicity stunt involving MCD that features exactly that.

“What do you want from me,” Marion whines, hiding behind his large plushie.

“The truth,” Kagami snaps, scowling.

“You don’t have to lie to us,” Adrien says gently, half reaching out to them.

“The truth is…” Marinette trails off, completely weak for the boy but it’s clear Bruce doesn't want them to know.

“... I am their biological Father,”

They all look at him in shock. Marinette’s is a happy shocked, but their friends...

“What?!”

“I knew it!” Harley cheers, jumping up and down.

“But you- there was- you said-” Kagami stutters, a rarity for her.

“You, me,” Chloe points at Marion then at herself, “Words, now ,”

“Someones in ~trouble~,” Marinette whispers over to him.

“You too Marinette Dupain Cheng,” Chloe points right in her face.

“Ohh full name,” Marion returns the favour, “It’s been awhile,”

“Careful Cheng Dupain,” Chloe glowers, Marion chuckles uncomfortably.

“I’m in danger,” Mario gets dragged to the side, Marinette following, leaving Bruce behind.

“You’re in trouble ,” Kagami scolds, as they stop out of earshot from Bruce and Harley who is buzzing around asking a million questions, “If you don’t explain right now,”

“You owe us an explanation,” Chloe lets go of Marion's arm, “You were in the hospital and we were all worried trying to control these rumors and now you tell us its the truth and I-”

“Chlo, I’m sorry Selina only just told us,” Marion cuts off her rant, bordering on tears, he adds, “In the hospital,”

“You’re Aunt told you, but how would she-” Adrien puzzles, realisation dawning, “ No ,”

“Yes?” Marinette backs up a step, everyone realising the same.

“Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous,” Chloe stomps her foot, “How can someone do that?!”

“Chlo, we’re not mad,” Marion tries to placate, Chloe turning on him.

“Of course you're not!” She explodes, “You two are perfect and forgiving which is why I have to be mad for you,”

“I think it would be nicer if you weren't mad and just supportive,” Marion smiles, Chloe's anger crumbling around her.

“... but it’s so much easier to be mad,” She whines, “Can’t I be angrily supportive?”

“I feel like you're going to be anyway,” Marion grins, one of whom they both know Chole is powerless against.

“So what are you doing now?” Adrien asks, looking back at Bruce who is now arguing wiht Harley, or rather getting yelled at.

“Trying to figure things out I guess?” Marinette looks over to confirm with Marion, “Bruce wants us to be sure we want, this,”

She gestures around herself, not sure what she means either.

“Do you want it?” Kagami asks carefully.

“... We want to try,” Marion gets a nod from Marinette.

“Very well, I will make sure he is worthy of you,” Kagami stomps off towards Bruce.

“Kags, you really don’t have to do that!” Marion calls, chasing after her.

“And she’s gone,” Marinette sighs, turning to the others, both smiling, “Adrien, Chloe can you do something?”

“We sure can,” Chloe walks over next to Kagami who is chewing out Bruce with Harley, “So, what do you want with my friends?”

“Not what I meant!” Marinette yells, getting a pat on the shoulder from Adrien.

“Quite you, the adults are talking,” Chloe waves her off.

“I’m older than you!”

“You should know they already have amazing parents that you can't replace,” Adrein adds to the onslaught of demands from the girls, a lot less threatening.

“I know, I’m not trying to,” Bruce answers evenly, still looking concerned at their guard dog like friends.

“Very well, you should know they are both amazing, and if you show anything less than a hundred percent support I will slice you in half,” Kagami threatens, and if she had her sword she would be holding it to his throat.

“Kagami no,” Marion tries to calm her down.

“You’re right, I will make it far more painful,” She growls.

“~Nooo~,” Marion backs down, hugging the cat to his chest.

“That's right, and don’t you dare think that just because your a billionaire your money will cut it,” Chloe scoffs, “Trust me the twins aren't that superficial, in fact they aren't superficial at all, it's frustrating,”

“She said twins,” Marion whispers to her as the demands continue.

“Package deal,” She hisses back, Bruce looking more and more overwhelmed by the pushy teens.

“Good friends you got there,” Harley whispers, content to let the chew out Bruce.

“What were you yelling at him for?”

“Oh nothin, he said some crap about not wanting to put you in danger, so I calmly explained the psychology behind it,” She crosses her arms smugly, “I think I got through to him,”

“If you're worried you should know Mari- they are really strong and can protect themselves,” Adrein says, Bruce starts to agree but is cut off.

“Hey! You were going to say Marinette! Weren’t you?” Marion demands, distracting the three from their onslaught.

“Both your names start with Mari,” Kagami points out, turning to him.

“Are you so insecure you immediately thought he meant Marinette?” Chloe taunts, inspecting her nails.

“No-I,”

“Geeze Rion I know Marinette awesome but your, you know… ok,” Adrien joins her teasing, muttering, “I guess,”

“That’s it, I’m disowning every one of you,” Marion points at each of them before turning to Bruce, “By the way, these are my ex-friends we used to be quite close, then they made the decision to humiliate me and I cut them out of my life forever,”

“Don’t be like that Rion,” Chloe grins, leaning against him.

“Yeah just because Marinette probably won that prize,” Adrien takes his other side, poking at the cat.

“She did not!”

“I did,” Marinette grins, Marion rolls his eyes.

“It was a team effort,”

“Heavily leaning on Marinette,” Kagami adds.

“Alright, let's settle this,” Marion looks at Bruce, “Where did you see that Ladybug?”

“Follow me,” Bruce smiles minutely leading the way.

“Ohh, Ladybug, maybe I should get one,” Chloe gushes, as if she didn’t have a hundred Ladybug plushies already.

“Yeah I can win it for you,” Marinette smirks, flexing her muscles.

“That does it! I’m winning that prize and sewing on cat ears,” Marion pouts, getting cooed at as they point out Marinette is the better seamstress.

“So how’ve you two been doin?” Harley asks, walking in between Chloe and Kagami.

The two start blushing, spluttering denial; which does nothing to convince Harley, or anyone else for that matter. Bruce follows them through the fair on their search for the Ladybug. If Marinette saw him taking pictures as they fought to win the Ladybug first, she wasn't going to say anything.

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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Could I request a Naga TS!Dimitri with the line, “You stepped into my territory, which means you belong to me. And I don’t let things that are mine go.”

Thank you for requesting! I love Nagas, and he definitely will make a good one! :D

“You stepped into my territory, which means you belong to me. And I don’t let things that are mine go.”

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“I don’t even taste that good...”, you lamented, your gaze going back and forth between the foul-tempered looking half-human in front of you, and his snake-like tail coiling behind you. Every time you took a step back, it would come up to push you back into the middle of the circle it made around you, and closer to him.

Closer to his claws, fangs, and piercing gaze.

He looked exactly like the storytellers talked about people from his race. Disheveled, human-like monsters. His unruly hair casted shadows on his face, making him look even meaner. As if the one eye and the uncountable amount of scars all over his naked upper body weren’t enough to prove his monstrosity. It showed he must have fought many battles before, and you weren’t sure that you wanted to know if it had only been battles against actual humans, meaning he won every one of them.

And now it was your time to face him.

If he wanted, he probably could throw you into the air with two-fingers, or lift you up and bite off your head. His whole torso was almost as big as your entire body was, and his tail must have been able to wrap around houses with it's length. Even if you had been a warrior, you would stand no chance, and unlucky for you, you weren’t a fighter and not even blessed with quick reactions or being a fast runner.

“P-Please,” you mumbled, tears collecting in your eyes as you found no way out of his gaze and body surrounding you. “I just want to go home to my family. I didn’t come to harm you.”

There’s no way a simple farmer like you could know if he could understand you. All you had were fairytales to believe in, but those didn’t give you much hope. Your heart was pumping wildly in your chest, as if it was going to jump out - maybe to distract that monster while you made a run for it. But it grew very rueful, the moment he lowered his body down to your level, your heart dropping into your stomach, bundled up in anxiety and the anticipation of the unknown.

Only the most gruesome thoughts made it into your head, as you already thought about how you’d die by his hands. But what you didn’t expect was meeting his eye head-on, face inching unbearbly close to yours. Sweat collected at your forehead as he took a deep breath, lips parting in a growl. Though, as you found yourself almost fainting from looking death in the eye, another sound mixed in, chortling catching your ear.

You had been right that he could lift you as easily as a mother her child, both his hands wrapping all-around your waist with ease. “O-Oh goddess,” you whispered, tears threatening to spill while you dug your hands into his partly scaley, or maybe just calloused skin. “Please,” you pleaded. “Don’t hurt me-”

It cost every bit of strength to hold back sobs that threatened to escape when through your blurry vision, you took in an unexpected gesture of him. Shaking his head, his grip only tightened around you. “You stepped into my territory, which means you belong to me. And I don’t let things that are mine go.”

His voice was harsh, yet without an accent. He spoke perfectly, aside from it being hoarse and deep. If anything, he sounded more like he hadn’t spoken in a while, which you would have believed immediately. “You remind me-” he continued, halting his words as he seemed to think over what he wanted to say. At the same time, you noticed how he started to move, and you squirmed in his grip, suddenly panicking as to where he was taking you.

“-of my Beloved.”

His sentence finished, he only watched you trying to wiggle yourself out unsuccessfully. Sometimes his hold grew a bit stronger, pressing out all the air your body had inhaled, then it lightened, and you were afraid of slipping out and falling, possibly breaking your neck. Maybe he wasn’t aware of his strength, or what was appropriated on a body like yours. Perhaps, he was just testing the possibilities; you wouldn’t know.

“Please... I beg of you! I have to go back, or... or my village will come to hunt you!”

You tried to stand your ground, but really, you where shivering worse than in the coldest winter. Looking at him, he watched you intently still, but as he processed your words, his lips curled into a wide grin, showing off his fangs. “Good,” he chuckled, and an ice-cold shiver went down your spine. “They won’t take you away from me. I won’t let them.”

“That’s not what I meant--” you tried to protest, but he didn’t seem to listen to you anymore, facing ahead with his gaze fixated on something in the distance. “I’ll take good care of you. And no one can take you away from. You're mine.”

By now, you couldn’t even respond anything anymore, fearing what may follow from his words. Part of you hoped, no one would come to look for you, and you didn’t want to think about what he’d do to them if they did hunt him down. But you knew it was out of your hand to know the actions of your village when you didn’t even knew what was going to happen to you now, captured by a beast.

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Feel free to request from the Supernatural Prompts too!

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 4 years ago

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1960: John F. Kennedy/Lyndon B. Johnson vs Richard Nixon/Henry Cabot Lodge Jr.

1964: Lyndon B. Johnson/Hubert Humphrey vs Barry Goldwater/William E. Miller

1968: Richard Nixon/Spiro Agnew vs Hubert Humphrey/Edmund Muskie vs George Wallace/Curtis Lemay

1972: Richard Nixon/Spiro Agnew vs George McGovern/Sargent Shriver

1976: Jimmy Carter/Walter Mondale vs Gerald Ford/Bob Dole

1980: Ronald Reagan/George H.W. Bush vs Jimmy Carter/Walter Mondale

1984: Ronald Reagan/George H.W. Bush vs Walter Mondale/Geraldine Ferraro

1988: George H.W. Bush/Dan Quayle vs Michael Dukakis/Lloyd Bentsen

1992: Bill Clinton/Al Gore vs George H.W. Bush/Dan Quayle vs Ross Perot/James Stockdale

1996: Bill Clinton/Al Gore vs Bob Dole/Jack Kemp vs Ross Perot/Pat Choate

2000: George W. Bush/Dick Cheney vs Al Gore/Joe Lieberman

2004: George W. Bush/Dick Cheney vs John Kerry/John Edwards

2008: Barack Obama/Joe Biden vs John McCain/Sarah Palin

2012: Barack Obama/Joe Biden vs Mitt Romney/Paul Ryan

2016: Donald Trump/Mike Pence vs Hillary Clinton/Tim Kaine

2020: Joe Biden/Kamala Harris vs Donald Trump/Mike Pence

The same candidates tend to show up year after year. Not just President running for re-election, but Vice Presidents running for the top slot themselves, incumbents or candidates, successful or not; Richard Nixon (1952, 1956, 1960, 1968), Hubert Humphrey (1964, 1968), Walter Mondale (1976, 1980), Bob Dole (1976, 1996), Al Gore (1992, 1996, 2000)

I would expect John Edwards (D-2004) to try and make a comeback, though he was only a one term senator from North Carolina, so that’s looking increasingly unlikely. The state swung for Obama in 2008, but hasn’t voted blue since (except for governor, but he has no power because the Republicans control the state legislature)

Paul Ryan (R-2012) will be back for sure; he retired from the House in part over of disagreements with Trump, but one doesn’t just give up being Speaker and slink away into obscurity (just look at Newt Gingrich, he refuses to shut up or die), so I think Ryan is just biding his time and hoping the whole Trump thing blows over in the next decade. If the party shifts away from Trump, he might offer himself as a slightly more moderate (“moderate*”) alternative.

Or maybe Sarah Palin (R-2008) will try and reclaim the presidency for herself; she’s a hardcore right wing nutjob, she was a Bush supporter AND a Trump supporter, and she’s still relatively young, so I could see her stepping back into the spotlight to try and “being the country back” to the traditionalism of the early 2000s. Nostalgia is cyclical, so I figure around 2028 or 2032 people will start looking back fondly on the Clinton and Bush years (Clinton more so than Bush, what with 9/11 and the wars and such)

Tim Kaine isn’t even one of the famous senators; there are some senators that everybody knows, even if they’re not from your state, like Chuck Schumer, Joe Manchin, Lindsey Graham, Bitch McConnell, big names with big reputations. Tim Kaine is a nobody, just a bland and inoffensive white dude Clinton picked to be as uncontroversial as possible (she couldn’t pick a woman or a black person because then the ticket would have been “too diverse”). He’s not the future of the Democratic party, but I could see him trying to become part of the Senate leadership. Maybe the whip (vice leader), I don’t think he has what it takes to be leader outright.

I don’t think Mitt Romney (R-2012) will run for president again; that ship has sailed. Moderate Republicans are critically endangered, extinct in the wild, with single specimens in captivity (in Vermont, Massachusetts, and Maryland). After back-to-back losses in 2008 and 2012, I don’t think Republicans will run a moderate candidate ever again. Romney could maybe just maybe become the whip if he so desired, he’s a big enough name with support enough to become their presidential nominee, though he’ll never be the leader; McConnell was their golden goose, he gave hem exactly what they wanted and changed the game to give them an advantage even in minority. They will only ever elect hardliners like him from now on. Romney is too soft; he cares too much about the other side (he’s not liberal by any stretch of the imagination, he’s a Mormon for Brigham’s sake, but he voted to impeach Trump twice which means he may as well be a liberal in the eyes of the public)

Mike Pence has committed political suicide. Democrats hate him for his homophobia, sexism, racism, classism, and weird relationship with his wife who he calls “mother.” Republicans hate him because he didn’t break the law to re-elect Trump. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t. He’s ultraconservative and super religious, so under normal circumstances he’d be a shoo-in for the nomination, but after breaking with Trump in January he’s dead in the water (he didn’t even really break away, there was literally nothing legal he could do; if he had tried anything it would have been struck down by the courts). And besides that, Pence is boring as hell. He’s milquetoast, he’s a saltine cracker without the salt because it’s too spicy, he orders plain hamburgers with ketchup on the side, all his steaks are cooked well done, he gets a boner when he sees a woman’s ankle and has to self-flagellate for penance, he sends back water if it has too much ice because it makes his teeth hurt. He’s the sacrificial lamb they’d nominate specifically to lose so they can save a stronger candidate for later when there’s no incumbent.

Kamala Harris is basically president-in-waiting (or rather nominee-in-waiting; who knows if she can actually win?) Biden ran on the unspoken promise that he would step down in 2024, making her the front runner, but he has recently walked this back and says he plans on running for a second term himself, pushing Kamala back until 2028 at least. She has good PR and has convinced half the country that she’s a progressive instead of a cop, so if she runs she’ll definitely have an edge over Democratic challengers. The media picks the nominee, and in 24 or 28 they’ll pick her for sure.

It’s becoming increasingly harder for people to stay relevant over multiple decades. I can’t imagine any 2004 candidates running in 2024, but Bob Dole managed to get on as Ford’s #2 and come back as #1 himself twenty years later (he lost both times, but still). Richard Nixon beat the odds and actually got elected in 68 after losing the presidency in 60 and the governorship in 62; he was pretty much coasting on Eisenhower’s legacy, selling himself as the anti-Goldwater, who lost in 64 to LBJ in a landslide.

Trump is acting like he’s going to run again, but whether or not he’ll fully commit is up in the air. On the one hand, his least insane niece says that he doesn’t want to put himself in a position where he could lose again, his ego couldn’t take it, he’s so embarrassed he can’t even admit it happened the first time. On the other hand, he’s too proud to accept defeat and just let some other candidate take his spot as leader of the Republican Party; the Republicans haven’t had a leader since Eisenhower, every other president has disappeared after leaving office.

Nixon resigned in disgrace

Ford was elected out

Reagan disappeared in the 90s because he didn’t want the country to see him deteriorate from Alzheimer’s

Bush Sr was elected out

Bush Jr was despised with approval in the 20s (record low), and could potentially have been tried at The Hague if Obama had balls

Now Trump wants to stick around, even though he’s older than Reagan and FAR less healthy. He’ll probably be dead in 15 years anyway; no way he reaches 90. His mind may already be going, but unlike Reagan he isn’t self aware enough to know it, so he might try to stay in the spotlight even after the dementia sets in. Wo knows?

What his niece says, and what I think is most likely to happen, is that he will pretend like he’s running in order to scam donors out of millions of dollars to pay his exorbitant legal fees, but then bow out of the race before the primaries. Whichever candidate he personally endorses will become the nominee and go up against Biden. Biden will win the popular vote, but I don’t know if he’ll win the electoral college; if this happens for the third time in a quarter century, I expect nothing less than chaos in the streets, perhaps even civil war (well, I expected civil war after 2020, and we’re still standing, so again, who knows?). All I know is that congressional Democrats will throw a hissy fit but do nothing to stop the Republicans from sneaking their way into office without a mandate AGAIN.

The last Republican to legitimately win the presidency was George Bush Sr in 1988. Jr lost to Gore, and only got re-elected in 2004 because he invaded Iraq the year prior. Democrats have won 7 of the last 8 elections, including the last 4 in a row. There are more Democrats and left-leaning independents than Republicans and right-leaners. If the Republicans lose-but-win AGAIN, I don’t think the county could take it; there would be phony calls for secession on TV and legitimate whispers behind the scenes, there would be lawsuits, there would be an even bigger assault on the Capitol than January 6, people would riot, the National Guard would attack brown people with impunity while peacefully corralling the white ones with shields and loudspeakers.

There hasn’t been an assassination since 1963, and no assassination attempt resulting in injury since 1981. Someone threw a grenade at Bush Jr in 2005, but they wrapped a handkerchief around it so the lever didn’t release. I think multiple politicians on both sides of the aisle might be targeted in the event of another electoral college screw up.

Trump could face jail time for his tax crimes, though given his high profile I think he’d get off with a slap on the wrist. He has never faced consequences before, so why would they start now?

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